You put me in pursuit of all earthly desire,
Washed by taste of fruit and psalms,
Romantic and unbridled carried me,
Out and over and over and on,
I lie in precipice when your words,
Fall to my skin and touch upon soul,
I feel a heat, of which, I've never known,
To taste of your lips as they curl,
Around the space of a curve, upside,
And down, to purse carefully, surely,
Full of intent, your hands act as pointer,
Of accusation and restraint,
As they follow the walls of my heart,
Flatly beguiling my one true self,
As I fall under your unearthly charm.
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