BODIES. Your fire.. A poem.

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Your fire couldn’t cease
To ignite my insides.

Sometimes I couldn’t breathe,
Waiting for silenced moans to soak up your dew

Sometimes you scolded me –
A bite, a firm finger.

I was yours in my entirety.

Your best lover, apparently;
Inconceivable to understand how my limbs answered to your note perfectly.

I pined over your leopard skin.
Tracing each beautiful mark as if it were a fine brushstroke –
My Pointillist masterpiece.

Yet the canvas came undone

Your threads rapidly unravelled
In a violent act of impurity
Your colours dripped down my torso one final time
Before My leopard was no more,
Leaving me searching like a blind dog
Hungry, in a pool of your scent

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