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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.