Kiss me, my love, for I need the wine
within your soul to become drunken,
staggering in the throes of passion.
Kiss me and follow
the path of your hand
as it crawls from my shoulder
to the hardened physical
notion of my love.
Feel my heartbeat throbbing,
feel the hunger upon which you feed
as I am slowly using my mouth
as a conduit for the lust you inspire.

Poetry By:
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