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Lilith

10/3/2016

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When she touches you
Your teeth chatter
You quiver
Electricity courses through your veins
One finger trails its way up your side
Raising follicles in its wake


When she licks your bottom lip
Grazes it with her teeth
You groan
Knees threatening to give way


There are things she will do to you
That will leave you
Whimpering to a god you don't believe exists
Because she knows what's in your head
What you want
How you want it
Despite your never speaking a word


That
You say
Right there
Don't stop
Oh please Jesus
Don't you dare stop
And in that moment
She makes eye contact
The things you've been holding back
Spill out of you
Confessions of childhood sins long forgotten
The fantasies of blood
Screaming
Dirt
And pain
You've harbored all this time
Never given voice to
Couldn't bear to bring breath
To vibrate over vocal cords


And she swallows them all
The one you didn't want to get close to
The wanton tumbling of syllables from your tongue
The inescapable draw to her side
The craving to make her yours


You wake
Shaking in the near pure dark of rural roads
Your bedclothes tossed and sodden


It was just a dream
You say out loud
As you turn your head
And her outline glows next to you
Despite the lack of moonlight
On this cloudy evening










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