Swore up and down

I would never succumb

To destiny’s tripping


Yet all night I curse

Falling for your mouth’s

Vile lure,


My prosaic cloak

You would have me shed

So to a lowly level

I shall bend

And feed prickly ears prized

With sanity’s jargon

In between crashing breaths,


Beautiful words

I shall mould

Into simple grunts and moans

While hands await to be bound

Behind the curved lines

Of your slender back,


At each other’s mercy

Yet oh so happy

When the crack of harsh words’ whip

Unleashes heart’s astounding



Your eyes’ inspiration

Holds the key;

Drowned myself

In its heartless


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