PULSE

Those naughty words I said,
that were whispered and reverberated inside your head
(and continued in my absence,
making you as drunk, dirty, and free as good absinthe),
simply must not be forgotten
until the fruit of carnal knowledge is fermented and rotted.

Naughty words were uttered with fingers to flesh,
while my lips were monitoring the pulse on your neck.
(Your heartbeat shed light on your quivering needs
as my hand moved slowly up your leg from your knee)
With ecstasy you understood my hands in the dark
As i cut into your flesh without leaving a mark.

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