Slug, Fob and Grace

So

long 

slow

slithering

stolen from me

my virginity

still 

sticky

 slick

tempting

your tongue

you take

you taste

I burn

you

numb

I falter

fumbling

for

you

your power 

opens all my doors

just by being near

my heart races

and all things stop

when you are gone

in the unforgiving 

morning sun

forgotten

in another woman's 

carry-on life

thousands of miles away

Save for Grace

whose will

palmed and pocked

 your intentions

with her gloss

and

boarding pass

crossing the desert

of strangers

for an afternoon 

NaPoWriMo  Day 5

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