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My words
a tender, sensual confessional.
Invocation
given on my knees.
Bound by need and want
I look to you for sublime absolution.
Sooty lashes lay upon my pale cheeks.
My mind awhirl with thoughts
as I wait
for the touch of your fingers
lifting my chin
my eyes following.
To see my sin
reflected
within your eyes.
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