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A dying star shines by the horns of thinning moon,
Where fading light leaps high in tears on dancing, rippling streams,
Twisting and fermenting in a roil of spring-cold night,
And my arms beg to hold you as
You sing your violence
On my skin.

Scrape and shadow harshly on the inside of my thighs,
Peel apart my flesh to reveal the fire within
And lock your mouth upon me and
Deep thrust your tongue inside
Where honey cunt is clenching for your soul.

Suck and pierce this longing on my undulating breasts
Where heaving is a feral call of need and vulgar moans
Where I am offered naked to the god that is your cock
And nighttime stirs this dripping hole to
Soak your skin
In mine.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.