Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting,

The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke.

My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know

How to turn desire into true demand.

What once was a wish now boils in my blood,

Looms over my waking dreams, cradles in my gut,

Burning holes in my humanity..

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