the friction of dreams
treacherous touch paints
a slow dark fire along neurons
overgrown pathways
initiating the itch of desire
peeled lips plead for the
wine of a single kiss,
intoxication,
dialating the lust
in a million capillaries.
the death of silence is
palpable and slickly luscious
when hunger is echoed
in the flesh of another
ocean of want
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