words drop
from my fingers
into your skull…
from my soul to
your belly.
and you hunger
for more than I can give,
but,
i give more
than you need.
do
u
want me?
do you want the key
to my
chest of word
play?
then love.
and love
me,
freely.
hedonistically.
sacredly.
and
I will
give you
more.
so,
please…
love me.
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