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To think of you is to feel your breath on my crotch,
a burning whisper that lights up the night,
is to feel your poison in my throat,
where desire is tangled and wasteful.
It's to want you to bite every part of my boiling flesh,
to drown every heartbeat in your embrace,
like flames that sweep, that beg and yield,
like an echo of life, a voracious instant.
It's waiting in the shadows, where time breaks,
between whispers and shadows, the world is extinguished,
and in the subtle touch of your skin that breaks me,
I find refuge where fear is extinguished.
thinking of you, between shadows, I get entangled in your eyes,
I look for you, I wait for you, the passion that calls me.
to think of you is to live, it is a snake and it is fire,
is the infinite story of this strange poetry.