--for kat
swimming in the azure pools of your eyes
bathing as radiant as the ruler of some conquered territory
I imagine you
in the tensile grip of hungry, wanton hands
the imperious grasp of grace and form as if clamped
I imagine you
the imprest of leather on the alabaster white
the seering red reminding you who covets you
I imagine you
the slither of silken ropes draped around limbs
the jangling of cold steel & contraint
I imagine you
the epiphanic arching of your back, the joyous curvature of spine
the pleasures that rifle through
this is how I imagine you
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