How can I resist to sip from this bowl that is you, and not
taste how you taste, to not touch those places I ache for, to create a pleasure
more intoxicating than all the sips of wine we have brought to our lips, more
desirable than the real or imagine kiss
I want to drown myself in you, to cease to breathe at all,
but you to have your essence filling my head as if smoke as I delve deep into
you, to stoke it to get a higher pitch, this is not a sip but an all-consuming draught,
I drain from the bottom of you which will always make me ache to go even deeper,
to where the sweetest nectar stirs, to sip from you is to drown in you as I
always want to do
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