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November 09, 2008
Silently, he thirsts for this fall from grace
While innocence blossoms in his wide eyes
Just tell yourself kisses shock, fingers grate
And still in quiet minds I wonder why
Celibacy drips like milk from his hands,
From his fingers. Lips are clean lacking mine.
I mind his scent, covet his heart and
Quietly corrupt his beautiful eyes
With tales of longing in distant lands.
I tell him in verse, don’t play with fire
You’ll burn and spoil your softness, your skin
But to feel his mouth warm, stuttering, shy
Is delicious as nature’s breathless sin.
How I want to break this, such dangerous
Chastity calling, enticing me in.
The need for preservation shackles us,
Me, but it burns thickly smouldering black
In my throat, now growing tumultuous.
But nature took advantage of my lack
Of forwardness and want in infant days
She scaled his body, traced like a map
She was his ruin, I can’t count the ways
I’d scorn her and how she lined his body
With wicked puberty, manhood and pains
Growing, hair scattered like rusted money
As childhood crept out from his slack throat
With octaves purged, stalked and hunted
Like vermin, now he is all I want, show
Me thicker allure in another part
And I’ll bear their thorns, my veins tighten, oh.
Turn away as I lay siege to his heart.