Not a thesis poem

This is not a thesis poem. But you asked me to put it up.

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Paltry

I long to slather skin with scented oil,
To rub my fingers in your every
Concealed groove. Your shuffled mortal coil
Awakes my hunger...I'll nibble your knee,
I will engage your breast with seasoned skill
And warm your goose pimples. You must begin
To trust in me: for you I'll only thrill
If you submit to wise caresses. Sin
You shouldn't fear: I come to burn your heart,
To fire your little limbs. I need to stuff
You full with all myself...We will not part;
I'll be your master always. My sweet: tough
Will be your foe tonight. But, since I brined,
It's true: I know you are forever mine.

Justine Bienkowski