come to me

with eyes of coal
it stares across the room.
with a siren's voice it 
whispers

come to me. . .
wrap your tongue
around me in delight
feel the pleasure 
just one more bite.

look away!
run from the voice!
let the succulence
not seduce you
again.

petra domina

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