Exposed |
| by Sharon Rotondi |
Lips molten and moist,
Branding like red hot irons.
Volcanic breath melting away inhibitions.
Electric tongues probing secret places,
Send high voltage currents to fingertips;
Tracing patterns across glistening flesh.
Passions caught on the cutting edge,
Between pleasure and pain,
Like exposed nerves laid bare.
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