by Heather Blank
(03/10/10)

I wrote your name
on my clit
with my fingers
slick and wet
slipping deep inside
the way I want your
tongue.
I know
the heat
will burn us up
slamming against walls
frenzied
tearing each other apart --
animals.
I want to feel your teeth
on my skin
and your hardness
in my throat,
your hands in my hair
pushing yourself deeper
as I feel you trembling.
Dear lion,
devour me.

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