for a thousand and one nights you invited me in.
you let me touch you, talk to you, write and swoon over you.
for a thousand and one nights you knew what i wanted
and gave in little by little.
do you remember how i spent the night? did you forget
the way you relished my poetry?
i haven’t. do you remember the way my finger felt as it
brushed your lips?
i do. and i recall the look on your face that was begging
for more even as your mouth excused yourself from my life.
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