Moon-skinned
and glowing, the source of the sea,
all
desire flows from you. Every nail of every
glance
crucifies me again. Fervent is the ecstasy
I
am bound in. Touch me, calm the fires fermenting
in
my blood. Laying aside this torch/. I do not trust
the
skin of my fingers or my eyes drunk and drinking the
distillations
of your carnality
.
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