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…and with all good intentions 
I’ve never sworn
quite like this before.  
I already know
we’re going to sin
down on broken knees
to palms. 
I want that praying position
to be with you,
only. 
My one true love
like counting petals
she loves me,
she loves me not. 
Her flower is limited
close to the edge now
her eyes beg
if it pleases you.  
The star-filled sky
disappears 
toes curl. 
Heavy hands
grip and pull 
here at the earth.  
This autumn night
with all her warm city lights
under this sky
we make love.  
The songbirds
wake from their slumber
these midnight hours
are not safe to sing,
it’s better to be
all quiet and shy. 
Lower lip
she bites
blood-stained kisses
eyes hold onto eyes
the empty silence
is broken apart. 
The birds flee,
her pleasure source
she grips tightly
the flood of stars
they return 
in absolute utter
brilliance.  
Her pulse pounds 
body all sweaty
and firm. 
Her sensitive parts
want feather touches
softly of course
her man kisses
making this night 
their start.