Preordained Crecendo

May 18, 2014 8:52 am EDT

I’m your bedtime story with morning coffee;
a sweet song flowing with flames of thrusting,
infernal, forbidden, bursting,
writhing,
forever. As fingers trace rolling crescendos of
your every vibration, lying in the preordained moments—
blissfully spent, satisfyingly,
one.

Type: Poetry

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