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When am I going to

See you and free you

When can I have your

touch on my tongue

your taste on my skin

When may I tame your

hunger and stifle

your loneliness

When will I welcome your

mess in my wilderness

Disculpe

that night I wore a

royal blue neglige and

dagger heels to kill

negligent to his history,

seduced by the mystery

I screwed him

on the kitchen floor

sensations so loud

the tenants downstairs

banged their ceiling

to ground our high

they must have been

relieved when the lube

bottle went dry

Watch Me

I’m no longer his disciple

I’m Master now

Me, metaphor morphed

into reality

Me, with subjects at my feet

My hands unbound

To devastate their bodies

With pleasure and pain