Friday, December 12, 2014


I've watched you for a year
Maybe more
Golden curls not quite masculine
Strong jawline not quite feminine
My perfect androgynous thing 
If the body holds the soul
Surely the blood 
Cradles it
Caresses it
Whips it to passion
And tonight I plan 
On holding your neck against my teeth
And stealing the ecstasy from
Your veins
Until the floor rushes up to us
And you finally whisper my name

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