decadent. by J.W. Bouwman

you trip my nerve endings
skilfully like magician’s fingers upon my skin
pulling tricksy origami formations from places
i never knew were there to be claimed


trace your command of language upon my tongue
gift me with the words i need to express this hunger
your fire is decadent, deviant, depraved
it consumes any construct i erect to contain it


i ache for your damnation

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