kill me  

make me bleed

muskysweet
blue smoke
stale beer
listerine?

close. too close. warmandsoft.

touch me
how old are you?
touch me
there

so gentle
feels good?
the song just started, we have lots of time

a sway
a curve
a slender stalk in an evening breeze
to tease, slip away
then back
again
so near

a precious jewel
touches my lips
a guilty witness
to an angel’s sigh

breathing
hot heavy
small sharp

i stare
bright in the darkness

kill me

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