by Linda M. Crate
you're sex in a bottle just waiting for
release; already you've ravaged me with
your eyes - as if you know all the secrets
and contours of my body effortlessly as if
that were something you could calculate in
your sleep, and i wonder if you see past your
lust enough to love me the way i've fallen
head over heels for you; or if i'm just another
day and another dollar spent for your cheap
thrills, an entertainment you couldn't afford.
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