I looked at my hand, realized there was a Queen
of Diamonds. I am deciphering the obscure
language that she is, it seemed so obscene
the way she moved her mouth. She left the lure
in the water like a fisherman, and God forbid
the thought of what she'd do. My blood attracts
mosquitoes in the evening, it's a sordid
affair, there's dozens of them on my back
and tired neck. I need her royalty to bless
my body with love, I'm needing to hear her cry
when I'm inside her—O how she heaves her chest
into the sky with passion! I am sighing
when I am spent in her, our exhausted bodies
lie naked in the sheets still warm and ready.
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