Maria Kyser - A Bruise

Waking gently
Walking through
As a living bruise
Of pleasure
And last night’s aftermath
That escaped
From between his sheets
Still smiling from joy
The bruise longs
For his tender feel
And savage bite
When it’s alone
Praying for his voice
To whisper in it’s ear
His newest sin
His deepest need
His sweetest desire

Maria Kyser

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