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signs of my gifts

blossom in blue and green

reminders

with each naked look

into your vanity

your mirror

each quietly sucked in breath

every time you sit

like a princess

with every caress

my fingertips

across your lovely cheek

you beckon me

crawl into the deepest darkest

regions of your thoughts

to pull out everything

expose everything

some would call these things

unspeakable

and maybe so

yet you ask for more

your eyes

filled with tears

begging

pleading

for harder

for more

you keep returning

to the scene of our crimes

to get what I give

what you cannot find elsewhere

too embarrassed to ask for it

guilty in your need

I am your dirty little secret

our secret

and it is beautiful

yet you are the one

who it makes feel dirty…