Something I wrote for fun today:
The instant I glimpsed you
I desired you.
I was helpless against beauty
And helpless against curiosity.
Your smile and your voice, they sing
In my angry heart and groaning brain
They sing and sing
And I picture my fingers
In your hair
Tracing over your thin, white neck
Fingertips grazing your dark-hair.
Oh, I don’t love you.
Not even a little am I looking for love,
Not now, not how I feel right now
But you would be a good
Distraction
And you would sate my contact hunger
Isn’t that the
Important thing?
I could make you whimper, moan
I could make you
forget
the touch of men
If you lingered in my arms
forgot the moon-less sky that’s clouded
With smoke from the wild-fires.
Sate my curiosity
And I will dream you on my bed
Faery magic as I blow
Silver on your sharp-edged jaw
My love, my dear, my darling---
Please,
Be my
Distraction?
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