Her lust was greedy
A harvest for one in
self-imposed climates,
seasons on command
She touched me for a reason to
secretly touch herself
again & over &
over slowly again
I knew her floods were coming when
her thunder & lightning climaxed
together in thick reverb
Her eyes, lost implosion
I could’ve been any man on her
slippery event horizon
dared to taste her dark avoidance and
happy as a-fuck to be falling in
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