Soft flesh, blue swells of pain pins
Pleasure fountains of warm nerves
And for you, nothing? Nothing
Hold me tight, it's lust, just lust
Jazz Rythms of rippled desire
Pressure mountains of just firm arms
And for you, nothing? Nothing
Walk away, it's death, just death
Silence straddling lifetimes to come
Treasure counting long-quelled fires
And for you, this thing? Nothing?
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