just feet away
making out to be
casually pretending not to know
drip from every finely sculpted pore.
Eat me, drink me,
like designer clothes consume me.
A politician of the highest rank
Come share my bed of greed and lust
and Damn the Consequences!
I peel back
the garments that pretend to cloak
your smooth, delicious skin.
I run my fingers cross your warming back, dreaming
Of power, sex,
Corruption, lust and greed
until you lie before me,
brown and naked
of every sultry, saucy sin
that’s killing half the world
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