Molest my hair
with lascivious fingers
Expose the lust of vampires
Lips but pretend
but I offer you my life
just the same
Your hands feel
sighs escaping
You give freedom
to everything within
and simplicity confesses
languid completion
Yet hardly denies
further sacrifices
of desire
In your hands
in your hands
Stalk the flesh
of my surrender

Cheryl A Townsend

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