Ardor

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i bit my lips until they bled

swollen, stinging, sticky red

a masochistic modicum

of manumission from my head


taste like tin

but warmth like skin

throbbing for

what's coveted


i gnawed fervour into my flesh

wishing it were you instead

nipping, licking, sucking- come

demolish me upon my bed

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