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I live for the energy

emitted by a symphony of sighs

and a creaky front door.

The shadows can hold me tight

so long as your belt buckle

catches a sliver of light in this darkness.

Oh, softly.

Love is the dip of a lover's lips

into warm red wax;

it drips on the silk sheets we rip.

Cool soughs will ease singed cheekbones,

my beloved.

Skin moistened by salivation,

aching for salvation,

kissed and jeweled with maroon.

A necklace of purple pearls offers frustration;

"Costs a fortune, a hard day's work."

and a pulsating jugular begs for inflation.

Tresses torn back carelessly

reflect the moon's puddles into the morning.

I'd listen every night

to our convoluted bedtime story.

And before we rise, I see

your eyes capture the stars' glory.