Tuesday, April 2, 2019

I must defend 
My consciousness 
Against her presence
Her voluptuousness,
Her eyes,
Her lips,
Her being;

It brings out
The unreasonable,
Desiring a boundless
Allotment 
Of kisses,
Of sights, 
Of round pronunciations;

To drown me, 
Confuse me,
And eventually 
Kill me:

What a sweet 
Death...

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