the willing

through torn fingers,
and misted breath,
and dainty darting tongue-

through brutal nails
and bracing arms
and tightly furling toes;

through gritted teeth,
and heavy lids,
and frantic murmuring lips-

i am finding surrender,
and giving it to you

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