petiole

 
I could close my eyes

and remember how you looked

placed against my sheets

 

All doused out in blush

fluttering pulses

blooming hearts

 

Your sighs a sirens song

I would wrap you up

with thrills of stings

 

Kiss you quite mad

strike you with

slow vile things

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