signs of my gifts
blossom in blue and green
reminders
with each naked look
into your vanity
your mirror
each quietly sucked in breath
every time you sit
like a princess
with every caress
my fingertips
across your lovely cheek
you beckon me
crawl into the deepest darkest
regions of your thoughts
to pull out everything
expose everything
some would call these things
unspeakable
and maybe so
yet you ask for more
your eyes
filled with tears
begging
pleading
for harder
for more
you keep returning
to the scene of our crimes
to get what I give
what you cannot find elsewhere
too embarrassed to ask for it
guilty in your need
I am your dirty little secret
our secret
and it is beautiful
yet you are the one
who it makes feel dirty…
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