I see your fingers tremble
As the idea takes hold.
Eyes hardening, a mask
Sitting across your features.
Facedown, waiting,
Lost in shadows and sweet smoke
Fingers bruising, eyes closed
I bend and
Offer everything, everything.
A willing, eager canvas.
The hint of burning flesh,
Stinging sweetly, the vicious thrill
Like sugar melting on my tongue.
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