I will shroud myself in your skin,
recite the blasphemies there
with a zealots mouth,
slipping in a few of my own.
my tongue an impenitent flail
on the livid bud of your flesh,
the softest lash to bind you to pleasure.
I will drink the wine of you, and feast on a banquet of desire,
your body the food my fingers feed upon.
you are parasitic, an inescapable hunger.
together there is oblivion, a carnal singularity,
an abandonment of loss.
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