I'm still
hanging
from your chain--
hypnotized and tantalized
by your fingers near
my body.
I miss
the familiar
fall of limbs,
together . . .
we saturated sheets
with passion
they can't sell,
and I tangled myself
to you--it went longer
that way.
You always let me
have my fantasies,
but don't excuse me
this time--it's not ours.
I beg,
and you keep swinging
bells in my ears.















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