Cleanse my soiled form.
Trickle down my bare breasts,
As steamed visions are born.
Warm my thoughts, uplift my Soul,
Burn kisses down my arms.
Reveal the Self beneath the Ache;
Exploring concealed charms.
Fingers down my back caress,
The length of my icy spine.
The pain inside my bones, compressed,
With scalding love, subsides.
- October 7, 2013
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