Your nimble tongue
Loads my velvet gun, and
I’m about to go off.

Skilled fingers test
My trigger, pressed,
Touch both firm and soft.

Our bodies fit together,
Book collections on a shelf.
Amazing how much touching you
Is like touching myself.

I love too well each dip and swell,
Your every perfect curve.
I hate how much I’m feeling that
You’re more than I deserve.

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