Your tongue is a wild lizard
bathing my body in a morning dew
stretched on your oak and satin bed
breathing in desperate cold sweat.
My skin trembles like a leaf under the rain
my nerves twitch in the mischief of your fingertips
lonely satellite, my mind is lost in orbits
tumbling and bouncing in circles around your eyes.
I helplessly let go
as your nylons bring blindfold night to my eyes
and restrain my urge to crush you
in my twisted forearms.
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