She reminded me of poetry

of soft angel lips dusted

with peonies


Eyelashes framed

over high cheekbones the

color of the finest mahogany


I could remember every detail perfectly


The way she lured me in

dug her claws into

the very essence

of my being


I felt her touch on

every single shape and

crease of my body


I revel in her


Taste her on my lips before

she can utter a single

word to me


The finest honey


completely ravishing


Until the only thing I could


was what

she had given me

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