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,
forever. As fingers trace rolling crescendos of
your every vibration, lying in the preordained moments—
blissfully spent, satisfyingly,

Type: Poetry

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