Forget the hair.
Satin and silk. Falling naturally in my hands, as I tug and grip.
Forget the eyes.
What are you thinking? The whites lie, but in the brown, truth is glistening.
Forget the lips.
So soft, every kiss. Even for her, every lick. I am not the only one.
Forget the way you touched me.
I’d burn those tips for ever fingering inside. Call the doctor. It hurts. Why me? Why?
Forget the body.
Breast to wolf paw. What does grief sound like? Howling to the moon, to the stars.
Forget the I miss the.
No, no, resist thee. Temptation is a bitch! Forget you until I no longer wish thee.
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