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I can’t just ignore how tight it hugs me How it caresses through my soul How it exposes pretence of innocence overhaul A touch of it sending goose bumps all over me I can’t hide anymore, from beautified macabre Coz its radiance reveals my dark silhouette The mask unmasked, pulled off and shoved off Am its pushover, adjunct to its whims and in it swept off I can’t resist how I slide along its gooey surface Ever since its appearance, smoothening rough edges, My entire itinerary requisite sufficed Back and forth am pushed, taking past hooey serious To extremities that I could dare not imagine were precious I sloth at time wasted on fingle-fangle, With tremor and cowardice, had waved off And wafted away pots upon pots of inviting cosset But with it, my tour de force is world class and it I covet The urge to stretch forth, pluck and sink my teeth In both poisonous and supple, sweetened sour, to pleasure writhe Lowering my bucket so deep in their pristine cisterns, To just drink and drink from their forbidden cool rith And quench my thirst, decade old thirst As they call my name amid a bene placito!
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