TEMPTATIONS
THE BREATHLESS SILENCES BETWEEN YOUR TOUCHES SMOLDER
IN THE REFLECTED FIRE LIGHT OF YOUR KISS.
THE FEVERED SALT-STENCH OF YOUR BODY
BURNS ME
YET, I'VE NO WILL TO FLEE.
NO WISH FOR COOLING
EMPTY AIR
TO EASE ME.
NO NEED FOR ANTIDOTES
AGAINST
YOUR STING
DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP
LEST I DIE
SUCKING, SHRIEKING AT YOU
FROM ALL THE ENTRANCES
AND EXITS
YOU HAVE MADE.
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