by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina)

you wear my skin
like some perverted costume
lacing me tight round your waist
and tucking me into your trousers
your fingers toy
with my buttons and furs that
by your hungry eyes I know
you mean to take me
further into you –
I taste the tongue
hiding behind
your puckered lips
breathing in my air –
I feel you deepening –
I am more than willing
to be your second skin
and let you become me

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