What I Leave Behind

Monocle

Pulling sheets off
your naked body in sleep
stirs darkest thoughts

Desire demands;
merely taking, posessing,
isn’t enough.

Erupting on you
seed on skin, pale on pale
spread with fingers

Massage my cum in
breasts, belly, cleft, thighs
a drop on your lips

What will your dreams be
as I permeate you
and fill your senses?

And when you awake
what will you think when you find
what I’ve left behind?

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