PRONGS

I love your steel coldness,
I love your sleek edge,
Elongated, with sharp tines,
And equally dangerous curves.
In you I see fragments of reflection;
I pick you up, and turn you over,
Run a finger down your back,
And press you where I will,
Relishing the tastes you make mingle within;
The sensation of you bringing me life.

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