Wickedly lovely in color and shape
Lost and spiraling downward into you
There is no ‘I’ anymore, I am lost now
Only in wont to taste your mouth agape
I can feel your tongue and teeth and softness
Nothing else exists, there is no escape
From the delicateness that is your flesh.
In your breathing, I begin to reshape
Mind, body, and soul into something new
Devoted and hoping fates would allow
Surrender into your brilliant landscape.
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