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D r o p    E v e r y t h i n g

I want to see you
Splaying my legs gracelessly open,
Wet hands cuffing my ankles.

I need you to do it without asking.
I want you not to blink
When my language becomes obscene
Because you make me come
Without mercy, apology, civility
With an intensity that threatens
To melt me to starlight transport.

I want to belong to you.
I want you to taunt me about it.
I want you to be so cock-sure.

But, I want you to tremble
At my key in the door,
That something might open
Which was never closed before.

I want your heart to stop.

I want the planets to be displaced
Until the space between us is erased.



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