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Jul 2014
My waist
my grace
my shadowy pale face
cupped
in your hands

And I felt myself shiver
with want
from that touch

Your eyes
teetered on the edge of me
and teeth
ground against my anatomy

The deepest swallow
the harshest sigh
my carnal moans
scratched
against a ferocious high

And ***
that delicious greed
is just another
gross
beautiful
*need
© Erin Mason 2014
EP Mason
Written by
EP Mason  Cheltenham, England
(Cheltenham, England)   
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   ---, JWolfeB and Wanderer
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