A stress trigger is a release valve
But this one is a old remnant
One I can’t use
So the pressure builds
Looking for a outlet
Whispering desires
Promises of how great
To not think for awhile
But I’m hers
No one else’s
release
Painful desire
Surface from deep sleep
inflamed by my need of you
choking on my desire
clenched like a fist too tightly around a stone
a stretched string waiting for your touch
Waiting for the melody playing in my head to be given voice
but I’m alone
This pain recedes
never satiated
no action is enough
without you in my arms
To set me free
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Dance the razor
Slow turn reveals concealed blade
A line of cold erupting fire
A step away
The dull throb of crimson life spilling into silk
Pains breathe quickens
Cold erupts, flickered flame drips
Thin line of reflected light
Illumation
Twist
Spring
Coil
Desires bow made
Present
Drink you down like wine
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Call and response
Your words slip across my tongue igniting fires
Lashed and tied
I can only hope the next syllable brings release
Pelgris 