I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
I'm the Queen you're to be,
As I desire so shall it be.
Tonight when
My fingers searching
I whisper in your ear it doesn't mean what last night
It meant: the pressure of the skies
Demanded a venting; tonight
I need to go it slow.
Slide my fingers along the fur
Of your stomach chills
Saliva cooled.
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