Lips sweet
Taste divine
Holy delicacy
A century old wine
I drink from your soul
That I've pierced with my eyes
If I could see forever
Your heart would be lost in time
Like a wooden chest
Of golden coins
The smoothest flesh
Where fingertips join
A sensual beginning
A tragic end
This river flowing
Its waterfalls ascend
A deeper blue
A colder warmth
I am only you
A child, forlorn

 
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