An older, untitled poem

I found this on poetry.com. I don't know if I've posted it anywhere else... I remember liking it a great deal.

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you are next to me
close enough to turn my head
and lick your salty skin
the moment between this and the next
frozen in a half-second
wide-eyed rabbit waiting
for the sharp bliss venom can bring
i want to keep you this way
hot and hard against me
temptation's lips on my ear
telling me what a very
bad girl i've been, crooked as my smile
as our bodies wrapped together
deep inside and out
filled to the brim and waiting for that
last drop to spill
everything over the crystal edge
skin to skin
teeth against my pulse
something wicked, beautiful.