Poetry Challenge — 9 words

Bind, Innocent, Where, Intend, Compel, Rift, Late, Real, Find

Bind me tightly so that I your innocent may be.
Keep me in that space where only you and I go.
Hold me in suspense so I never know what you intend to do.

Compel me with your eyes.
Your smile that parts your lips in a gentle rift leaving me breathless.
The sudden gasp your nails cause me to take as they dig into my flesh.
The heat that covers me at the very thought of what you can do.

Of late, I find myself consumed like a meal supreme,
drunk as one would a fine wine,
and left wanting more …

Of the real you.

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