Honey tinged words
Thickly sweet
Golden warm
Amber pearls
Drip from your tongue
Sticky with the torment of raw desire,
Weighing them down
Coating my thighs
The small of my back
The curve of my neck
Rendering me useless.
Paralyzed against
My own sensibilities
Stuck.
Suspended high above
Space and outside of
The bounds of time,
I comply
Exposed
Vulnerable to the glories of
Untempered passion.
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