Cover me.
You’re the
silken sheets
I’m aching for.
Cover me.
This ache is deep for
you to make me sore.
Cover Me.
Under you I
long to languish
as I throttle
painful anguish.
Cover Me.
With that razor
of a tongue,
slice me up and
leave me done.
Cover me.
Slick me up
hot
until
I plead.
Cover me.
are what I need.
Cover Me.
~j~
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