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Better Free

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Locked behind bones wrapped in brocade
an indelicate escape plea
screaming inward for a reply.
This bustle will surely outgrow
the short lived modesty debut.

One could claim you're on a crusade
offending nobles in a spree
until it's protests can outcry,
overpower, your own deep woe -
setting you down, trapping anew.

Perhaps you'll set to work, or trade
Or marry yourself a marquis.
Resolve your fate with one more lie:
he undressed you patiently slow
then treats you as more than a screw
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This Isn’t Home

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Knotted tightly in my psyche is a feral call:
a plea to return to an unvisited place
where unfamiliar arms can bring rest.
 
Routine saps the life from my soul - 
within safety it writhes in silent agony
Lacking nourishment unknown - unnamed.
Hunger looks inward to survive famine. 
Ravenous claws stripping only prime cuts -
psychological filet, served bloody and rare. 

I will be the last to walk away from me. 
The world unrecognisably cold and damp
under the footsteps of a more fulfilling life

Feast on You

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The beads of your sweat dance
As glitter in the dull candle light:
Pooling in tiny wells of anticipation
Purified in the heat of subtle terror.

My beautiful centerpiece
Trussed up securely
A hungered entrée display

Admired with heavy breaths,
You're examined by ravenous eyes,
Traced by the fingers of libidinous desire,
For patience wears at starvation's tolerance.

Let sharpened blade be unsheathed
Let us feast on you
To satiate this hunger

Watch your warm entrails drip
With the remaining lucid seconds. 
My pitiful meal, how shameful you've become
Watching your heart stop beating in love's cold hand

Shiraz

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Against the cool of your skin
Is the beckoning of touch,
Ringing crystalline droplets
Glistening trails on curves
That plead for caresses. 
Anticipatory surface tension
Tested against lingering traces
Until ever so slightly vibrating
In a sweet longing response.
Suspense is broken by desire
For a full bodied, sweet taste. 
Thirstily savouring the flavour, 
Sun kissed, warmed in hand
And held in a divine vessel

Curiosity Ignited the Fire

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Do you still smell the same?
Intoxicating and inviting.
Being wrapped in your arms,
Would leave me drunk off desire,

Do you still taste the same?
​Rich, and melting in my lustful mouth,
Like freshly pressed coffee,
And sweet fragrant vanilla.

Do you still feel the same?
Would your touch leave me trembling again?
Would my hands still know you?
Grip you tight in ecstasy.

Over Coffee

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Come on in.
Tea? Coffee?
Ah, coffee, good choice.
I'll just top up the cafetiere.

Your pictures,
Serve you but little justice,
You're attraction,
Is in the eyes,
Not the red reflection.

Your mannerisms,
Most enticing,
And the level of ease,
The flow of conversation,
Magnificent.

Over a coffee,
I learned you,
Realized your significance,
The role you play,
In my small life.
The options you open,
The knowledge you offer.

Over a simple coffee,
We laughed,
Smiled together.
Enjoyed the bliss,
Of casual conversation