I touch your lips with mine,
you breathing life back into me
after I have come too close
to drowning,
the sway of the sea
the rise and fall of
tides,
I cling to you as if a life line,
while around me,
floating in the waves,
the wreckage of my life
(or love or whatever
this was or is or never could be).
If I rub you with the palms of my hands
calloused fingers
against all too smooth flesh,
will you pop out like
a genie and grant me what I desire most?
If I kiss you, your lips, your hips, your eyes, your thighs,
will you feel it as deeply as I do,
boiling up on the inside,
a lobster who does not know
when the heat is too much,
aching to turn it high,
regardless of the
consequences.
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