Evocations
Invocations
Prayers whispered and
Left hanging in the air
Unanswered
The scent and sensibility of
Time
Wrapped around our throats
The taste of lime and rum licked off of calloused fingers
Tracing the lines
Bones beneath fragile skin
Freckled like copper confetti thrown on ivory satin
Breath disturbing the hair escaping down my neck
Disturbing my comfortable misery
With a daring glance
Those roughened fingers tangling me
Around them
Falling out of a world I understood
Inviting the bruises
The demure, submissively lowered lashes
Baring my throat
Baring my soul
Baring every inch of everything
I have to lose
To you
No promises
No guarantees
Nothing
Agreed
Except
The inevitability
of
Undeniable
Chemistry
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