January 10, 2012

• 36 - Ecstasy

  Like an instinct,

  my lips open to drink in your love,

  a waxy warmth flowing down my throat,

  permeating the tracts of my body into silky fibers.

  Its satisfying touch rises to the skin

  and my breath follows, surging like mercury

  inside soft glass.

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