Tungsten Kiss
So hard, these lips that crush my own,
feverish granite as dense as stone;
dew-sweet with perfume moist and raw,
enamel and sinew in locking jaw.
Hot metal blood so quickly drawn,
tart and tangy, fresh as dawn;
hungering lips empowered by desire,
alive with passionate, light-pink fire.
The hardest kiss, the longest night
whence petrol tongues set mouths alight,
and I tell myself I love the girl
yet if feels to me like the end of the world.
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