The Finesse of Torture
The finesse of torture’s reluctance
Instructed by demons,
Flavored by leather
Reeking of the night.
Hip with bone and
Lush with blood
Celebrated pheromones
Dancing on my skin.
Hypnotically dining on each other
You crush me
Like velvet
And curl the morning in a sleeve of
Your most potent thirst.
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