Take your hands with rough calluses and strong grip
and place them on my ribs only a little tenderly
so that I may feel your insatiable wants
Use your fingers to learn my body like braille
read me and read my bibliosex
until your fingers know me by heart
Grip me, squeeze me, scratch me,
drag me across the sheets
hold me down under the weigh of your potency
whilst I writhe and fight you to the death
roar at me unapologetically like I am the prey you just killed
– Lotus Indigo Shakti Kruse
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