There is a need of
lips pressed,
pressing,
of hands seeking.
Here in my
straight back chair,
hold back the firestorm
with your elegant hands
and with your lips
claim the hollow at my throat.
Scatter my silk like autumn leaves,
allow me to fall
like the flesh of sweet fruit.
art by Lu Juanjuin
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