My body makes no bold assertions
And neither does my gaze.
Is it any wonder that I speak to you now,
Lust given full reign over the sound of my voice?
Yes, my darling, I gave you no choice.
Though your skin remains aloof,
Your mind is moistened by the penetration
Of each word.
I can only hope that when all is finished,
A seed will have been planted
And a memory formed.
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