Black Widow [Poem] by Marc Carver

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Dance your fingers over my chest
then drive them through the un-pubic hair
like a child pushing sand
leaning in with all their weight on those spread fingers
give me those hungry eyes devour me like you have never seen a man before
never turn away not even in sleep
lick my face and beard like a dog
vice me with your thighs
mount me like a horse
ride me like a buckaroo
and one last thing
be gentle with my little tender heart.

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