Tasting Menu
Always wait at least three weeks.
Long enough to signpost
without ambiguity
“this thing is casual”.
Not too long that
the lingering smell and taste
of your flesh
are a distant memory.
Long enough that your brand
has faded from my skin.
Not so long to loose
my desire to satisfy
your every whim.
Never ask for time beyond
some stolen hours
carefully chosen to
avoid encroachment
into your other life.
I am only fleeting.
Perfect “in the moment”.
A strumpet sampled to satiate
a starving need
that consumes you.
Alive, on fire,
in your arms
your passion deep
inside of me.
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