A plaintive cry
From extraordinary eyes
Devours
An amorous heart

Demolished feast
Plate licked clean
Your bareskin lap
A seat, a sword, a syringe

My instinct clenches down
Please
I implore you
Have at it again

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“Instinctively”
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