She arches to meet
The fleet arrows of Eros,
Aimed to pierce her heart,
Draw forth blood of her desire.
Her fingers tear at
The garments which guard
The naked needs and wants
The burning ichor of carnal lust.
Marks appear on her neck
And upon her body as the poet
Suckles at her erotic openings
Drawing forth her precious honey.
Begun as dreams and fantasies
Becomes repeated rituals of
Explorations of an inner Eden,
Paradise of mutual sins.
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though we've never met
i remember you so well
from the dreams we've shared
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writing about lust
echo things you say to me
in forbidden dreams
Donovan Baldwin