Curse that need Coursing through my veins Singeing within my blood Orchestrating the ache The throb between my legs. Damn that heat which melts me As if I were nothing A body made of a wax A tangled fray of nerves Victim to the lust, Fire-soaked in my heart. I abandon my unsatisfying fingers Their only purpose To tease Traipsing through my pleasure My wet and dripping center. I do not
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