Your touch is so sweet
your skin honey dripping;
the trail of your tongue
on skin, corrodes my being.
As if of hemlock I had drunk
Intoxicant, that is you-
poisons me to the core
It sears holes in my soul.
You, I inhale.
Ineffable, this loss of me.
Inexplicable the release
from being me.
This me that you see
Is it really me ?
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