April 6, 2018 · 12:23 PM
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desire

the man may

make me melt

in naked need

with but the steam of his breath

and the growl of his voice

leave me dripping in desire

yet that does not make me his

does not make me a prisoner

after all I am a woman

born of the universe

wild and free

and his eyes,

though they do beckon

and warm me,

they do not really see me

for all that I am

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/06/2018

 

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