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He fills my belly,
then lays me blindly.
For a night to be his queen
I desire, he be my king.

And what I have will be his.
Between teeth and tongue,
I will be drawn
beyond the lowest line,

to offer my flesh,
Luscious,
in the details of scent.
I will wrap the comfort,

of his want around me,
and fall into him,
into dreams with full eyes
and swollen heart.

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