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Photo Julie Elliott-Abshire

Word Play

Fuck me with your words, she whispers.
My fingers gently caress the keys
I begin to stroke the long ribbon
as I undress her with my knowledge of words.
I gently outline each curve of her body
as words beg me to write another again and again.
I form words faster as my finger craft each passage
I slide the flesh of life closer towards me.
Once inside, my mind races with ecstasy
pieces of me give way to sweaty sheets while
ease of emotion cuts through the salt-laden drops
my heart throbs beneath my restful chest
I give into the late night, no more typing tonight.

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