I am lost
along the rolling hills of your shoulders
a speechless prophet
worshiping an aloof god
basking in the sunshine warmth
on the open plains of your chest
pressed against my cheek
I am drunk on the mirage
of beating hearts
the rolling waves
of your abdomen
strip away equilibrium
I pray to drown
falling freely
the deep valleys of
inner thighs are blooming with
the dewy sent of dusk pleasures
I beg for a drink
from an exacting liege
I am ablaze
fluttering embers sanctify the animal
fireflies tracing sacred runes
dancing stars in a ravenous abyss

There may be a day when I don't
have to beg for money.
Today is not that day.
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