Beauty of a Beast
fisherman's wharf bound
undressed thoughts
on the verge of egress
immersed in the aftertaste of your salty
air
shimmers glisten off the mound
and I feel
pretzel'd
your chest cavity
ripped opened
listening
to my sound
echoes beat where midnight lasts
beyond the howl of one beast
I scalp the frost from your windowpane
and tongue out the truth
leaving lasting memories
of the only pleasure
that was meant for me
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