Reassembling MeA Poem by DelicateMaeMy body thirsts for you. I'm enslaved by you that I have no space for anything else. Words, imagery, prose no longer quench the desire in me. I quiver at the thought of opening myself to you, of you tasting the dew from my petal, gradually coming undone only to have you gather me, piece by piece, reassembling me until I become the girl you yearn to possess.
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