Here I lie
Pointer and thumb
Rub a dub dub
Within the creases of my dark-bonnet pleasure.
My appetite, never one for forfeit,
Shall bite decidedly
With portable skill
On the damp little figure of my pick-pocket thrill.
O the dimpled exterior of screen, spot blue
My swifting fingers slowed by a thought,
The ready nonsense that was my open mouth-
Cavernous portent wanting for you.
Nestled extension of my thimbled self
Peeks behind careful stitch covering, until
Your nimble digits pluck me
Susceptible, but still,
Burning flame circuitry and consuming
The imprint that is this mysterious union.
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1 comment:
This is stunning.
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