02/24/2014 Mini-Saga: Liminal



Let me be eager, but
not too eager. Let my
meager abundance flow out into
your capable hands. Let my
mouth be a vessel for
truth. My lips, two honest
gates unlocked over the threshold,
whisper wet promises to the
dark, poised at the shuddering
precipice between “yes” and “more”.


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Posted on 2014/02/24, in Kink, Love, Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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