Behind the veil of your hesitation
I know the beauty of your arousal,
the soft blush of sudden senses,
and the warmth that is innocent of
sin.

Impropriety is undefined there,
where fever may impassion fires
and produce such thirst as may
be quenched with but one drink,
or so one might think...

Your lips: already parted,
tremble for words undiscovered
to mouth the bud of feeling at its
root...

Your thirst becomes insatiable.

Infected with the sweet poison of
unsolicited affection, one could die
neglecting to examine one's injury;
such is the nature of this opium.

"come naked before me
who would dare present himself a god to you
and beg your forgiveness and admiration
torn between inspiration and aspiration;
come naked before me
that I might be tempted."

Dare: bare your want -
for what art supplants sincerity
and what nature imitates art?

But more than that:

my carnality eels through the darkness
heavier, more viscious: it has your scent.
Claws unsheathed, its third eye awakens;
I see you underneath and would betray that
sacred pleasure
to penetrate your resistance and wrench
from your soul,
such sublime
utterance
...

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