your thieving hand
robs me of my breath
as it slips inside
my sacred grounds
searching for a treasure
of liquid fire
that rains down
upon your fingers
with each gasp
and convulsing movement
of my body
and like contraband
you collect my orgasms
one by one

January 28, 2016

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