from your hips and down over your thighs
where my natures (unpious) are still held -
the bitter warmth seeps through your skin
and onto the sidewalk where we tread,
the liberties of lust have taken you
by the wrists and thrust themselves through the wind
the drips of lewd icicles from your body
and the squirming of your face begs me to beg you
sorry
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