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By Ali Date: 2007 Aug 24 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.24.19.46.13638]] |
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Sweetheart, love... I want to warn you-- I want to tell you-- I want to... No, I need to make you understand (it would help if I understood, first): this will undo you, more than it undoes you, now. I will reinvent your desire, roll my tongue over the rest, and viciously (delicately) spit you back out--a smug smile will do, to cover the rest. I know nothing except the ache to know the contours of your skin, the way your pulse races after you step closer, undressing this plight of regretful (unregrettable) fire: my body is your funeral pyre, but can you willingly submit? I haven't the strength to walk away, but this choice will change you, paling the ways that you've already changed me-- so, act carefully, love--cautiously, if you can, because if you strip yourself of all your yesterdays, forgetting everything but my lips, my hips, my dancing denial-- if you seduce me, I may be your last. |