Alarm

To My Muse

Your hands like flame running over my skin;

Licking, lapping, scorching, singing inside.

Hard, fast, deep unrelenting.

Too much, but never enough;

Pushing, pulling, biting, yanking.

Just maybe; just maybe...

Ringing, ringing,

Leaves my heart sinking;

my alarm goes off and its time to get up.

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