Maelstrom143, By Sun or Candlelight
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2011-05-06 06:19:34 (UTC)


Teeth, white, gleaming, teasing
Brushing my skin as I arch into them
They moving away in a taunting manner
I follow doggedly in their wake
And they elude me laughing
Wicked beings, eluding me as I ache
Take a bite or two or more
Make me yours as I implore
Deny not the lust that sears
And steals my breath and soul and cares
Take me, I am forever yours
Deny me not your fevered embrace
I care not for what may follow
As long as I may follow in your wake
Take me…I am yours.