Dark CornersMature

Your dark corners are my favorite part of you.
I'm enchanted and elated, although not fully
Intellectually sure of what exactly lies within.
I see you laying there, beautiful and potent
And I can't stop myself from coming
And starting to undress you word by word,
Although, often, you ever patiently tell
Me that I have other things to do, and I can
Return later, in a night silent but for gasps,
Sighs, and tears, of your beauty, when your
Dark corners are at their darkest.

The End

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