The whips of your words
Lash about me;
From head to toe
I am afire
With your devotion
To the notion
That this is love.
The knife of your tongue
Stabs, withdraws
And plunges again;
Each spreading stain
A questing limb
Reaching for another
Until I am trussed,
Enveloped within
Your scarlet lust.
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