when I hold you

when I hold you

I want it to be the same

as when we first met online

like this

blind

with no holds

just kisses and tongues

so that I can

hold you by my teeth

and understand you when

you moan, a long hard one,

that makes me grow at the waist

and shrug aside all

capabilities

of resisting

your odor

of

desirous

hue.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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