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I’m ready to be used, you said;
but you’ve no clue what I could do
to you if you let me.
It isn't a matter of control,
a matter of fact, a sense of the matter;
it's the thrill of losing them all.
Will you declare the same
when I gain the bend of your thoughts,
or take your latest hours for myself?
The turns you take yourself
lead you down predictable roads;
I choose to close my eyes.
I want your hands, your mouth—
not your eyes, or even your concern;
just the weight of you over me.
Let's draw the blinds and see
what primal tongues our bodies choir
in the cosmos of the dark.
FuzzyHoser and I took a literary walk on the wild side. This one was born from the idea of being "used", and not in a bad way, it turns out
She did the italics, I did the rest. You should watch her, if you don't already. She's a smart and classy lady. You can find our poem on her page here: fuzzyhoser.deviantart.com/art/…
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I wanted to comment on both. This is so fluid, I wouldn't know it was two people unless I was told. And I do have to say that the last stanza is absolutely my favorite - "what primal tongues our bodies choir"