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X marks the spot to the treasure I seek on your treasure map; x is where I shall find the answers to all of the questions I have asked And then there are x’s in place of my eyes, just like a cartoon drawing portraying my eyes as being shut, but truly mine are in a lust filled guise not appearing open wide Was I just a part of your story an experimentation like a sickness you needed to cure, or was I an extracurricular activity that you used when you were unsure You know an activity of the sexual deviant kind, where your body coalesces with unbridled passion in time with mine Where everything is exceptional, a true masterpiece, nothing as perfect as the moment in time between where our two bodies meet In that place where our bodies are almost touching and speaking to one another extralinguistically, where nothing else exists just the spark of our chemistry And my love you are amazingly dexterous, the way that you can barely touch me, and I then cease to exist Your love is a toxin, and my blood is the host, acquiescing to the pleasure/pain as though I’m almost comatose Trying not to choke on the euphoria gyrating within my soul, and as it expands it is making me feel wanton and not whole Making me question am I an exhibitionist, or am I only pretending to be because it’s you that I crave to be with You that I ache to explore the depths of darkness with, and if I can’t have this with you then I simply don’t want it Ex that is what you are to me, and although our love was exquisite it was our lust that was exuberant, in which it engulfed me.