Connection

Instep,
sin gets
tangled in my toes
Anything goes
when you smile like that

No surprise,
those eyes
that promise hell to pay
I’ll buy into that fire everyday
I’m a fan of the installment plan

Your lips, my thighs
Never a compromise
I love the way your smile tastes
While fingers dig into the skin of my waist
And my gasp is lust made audible

My cunt, not shy
I might scream, but it will cry
Out for more, a wanton whore
Just aching for
Connection.

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