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Black Tar Bliss: A Poem
My skin doesn't crawl in your absence, it sprints.
28 February 2019
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I'm weightless in the
brief eternity
of your embrace,
getting higher than the
God that crafted you
off of your taste.
My skin doesn't crawl
in your absence,
it sprints.
You surge through my veins
with every sweet surrender
of myself to your arms,
igniting a sparkle behind my eyes
that glints only for you.
You don't just give me
the oxygen I breathe,
you give me the lungs
to breathe it.
You're my brilliant
addictive little
black tar bliss.
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