desire
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I would break through veins and veils to have your fingertips on mine,on me.I know every ridge and curlicue,where your nail beds meet their tips, and where my skin has reached up to receive them. If not for skin, pleasure would weep and trail so effusively out of me.Every cell and fibre knows no more than
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I bite in,raw, with fervour,it dribbles off my lips and through my fingers.I am unquenchable, insatiable, panting, my hunger, thirst, ripe as a summer’s peach,but it’s a summer’s love that begs to me,sticky on my skin, nestled in my neck. I want a love pure as a newbornand sinful as the dead.My teeth on yours,unable to quell desire.
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The ideaof men,of manhood,the way it tasted in my mouth,gaggingon my pitiful fortuned future,one where a manwith a hairy chest and no room in it for me,was what to desire,so I learned to choke back my own,believing a life without love,a throat full of thirst,was my white flag. So don’t tell me you always knew,because
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Hope courses through my veins,but one nick and it empties onto my skin.
Lashanda Forsberg 