I Hate You

I wanna
spank that ass
‘til my hands burn

my tongue sweats

        b e a d s

to purge away
any veil of chaste        

        I n e b r i a t e d . . !

        yet still
        I drink of you

        I waste not
        this moment

       I want not sanity

                        that which
    is wanted and needed

    can be had
    for the asking

        Your begging eyes
        tell me this is

   a seduction of promise

        I wanna stand         
        inside your soul

                and watch you
                touch yourself
    in ways that can only
    be imagined

    or hoped to be perfected

I beg that I may join
if but only for a while

                   and be tempered
by the rapture of the moment

    that I appreciate and crave
    your embrace
    your scent

                    warped
                 morphed
                  lingering
               
    w a n t i n g

    the wet of sweat
    and womanness

    d r a w   b r e a t h
    
I draw you into my nostrils

                       respiration
             has now become             
            a function of you

I know now
I have lived

and experienced

                   L i f e . !

        Can I
        wash your body
        and feel you grow warmer . ?

        in the heat and cadence
                                     of now . ?

How do I
get your ass
onto the kitchen table . ?

             with your spine
arched into submission . .

        at just the very angle
        
        at which
        I can enter your world
                      in great detail

    and have you dream of me
    
      and taste your flow
    as only I could know

               the tacit blow
          of lips caressing
          naughty bits

          
    a n d   a s   I  d r e a m

        you close your eyes
        and wonder

               is this real . ?

                D A M N  .  .  !        

           no one has ever
           made me thirst        
         
                like this
           
           
      I   H a t e   Y o u

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