Touch me,
With more then just your precious sight
Such expose would
melt the calm
that has incased us.
Kiss me,
With more then just the dry air,
Moist lips would shatter
this imprisoning stillness.
Take me,
With more then just an unclean thought
Burst the milky tranquility that
Holds us captive.
Bend me,
You will see what lurks in the back
of my mouth.
Taste me,
Let our tongues exhaust from fevering battle.
Touch me,
Rip these frightened chains off with your teeth.
Touch me.
Touch me.
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