I find myself
wanting to touch you
to reach my hands
into your penetralia
and scoop out the contents
to hold them to my lips
and let them willingly
eagerly
find their way inside
to move along the
moist velvet
of my tongue
touch you
and be reminded of
sunshine on an upturned face
in a park tickled with breeze
on the lap of a demi-god
with you
I find myself
and that is enough.
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