I Am Keeping Him Young
I am keeping him young with my desires-
With every lust that I feed;
Playing to each fantasy’s need.
I am keeping him young with my body-
With every subtle moan
And its roughly-induced tremble.
He thinks he is coming near,
His thoughts go to me,
His conspirator in our sordid affair.
Our dalliances with the Devil-
Wine and slightly serpentine,
We become each other’s to devour.
Copyright © Greta Veranes-Kitts | Year Posted 2011
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