You sent me images,
fragments, clues.
Some were posed distractions,
others became erotic fixations.
Lust drove us down alleyways,
where I cornered you in doorways,
pinned you to the wall in an elevator,
stripped you in a dark hotel room.
Conquered and submitted
on the floor and bed
Desire is still coursing in my veins.
Traces of you are in my every thought.
I think about forcing your hand
because I know you only smile in the dark.
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