The Skin of My Teeth
Supple flesh...quivers in anticipation
A neck offered, simply for gratification
My jaw hinges...teeth sink
Skin stretching to the brink
Of breaking,
Blood rushing to the surface of your skin
I can feel the electric surge, radiate
Spine, to extremity...and back again
The moan starts low as a purr
Ever louder, rumbling, and pure
As you melt,
Into
My mouth
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