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We were sinful
Those nights by the water -
The wind so cold
And the world beyond so much colder;
Yet you and I communed in carnivorous heat,
Indulging a fevered banquet of limbs and sacrosanct delicacies.
Wanton predators devouring debauched flavors.
Your hands exhausted that that poor six string -
Our Takemine god;
The metronome of our vulgar symphonies
Amid the sonorous compositions
There emerged the occasional ingénue,
Trespassing onto our sinuous territory.
That teenage boy you called Pelops,
How you teased his shy youth
By strumming your instrument over me.
Revealing to his thirsting eyes -
Corrupting his naïveté -
Infusing our jaded games with his inexperience.
Giving him a look at
Oh, yes
And a glimpse of
Oh, my
And a hint of
Oh yes, oh my, oh please
Until you closed the blinds.
Dionysian carousing
Staged with a lack of social graces
Even satyrs would have been shamed by
Stark and hard you were, my master.
Pliant and supple, I, your pet.
The both of us briny and tempestuous.
Salted lust.
That last morning as we
Took our breakfast on the sand
An old man watched us;
His ancient gaze
Unable to leave your fingers
(Which were unable to leave my curves)
I still recall how his black eyes shone in
Covetous longing.
He couldn't even remember to wipe away his milk mustache.
How it trickled over his lips
Like the milk of me, folding over the mouth of you.
Feasting, drinking, reveling...
Flesh, Sweat, Sinews...
Oh my darling...
Those nights by the water,
We were sinful.
Give me my sin again...
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