The Other Half

A scent of damp dust
on the eve of the cusp.
Two signs that ran amuck of one another.
The pleading need.
Desire unleashed.
The night became a frantic fantasy.
They did the deed.
A greater need was duly left unmet.
His heart decreed another solemn jest.
Like Jeckyl and Hyde,
the disease was divided in two.
Half for me, the other half for you...

? Michaelette ?

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