as though you had slid ice cubes
down the spine, across warm curves,
and the land of my flesh,
makes me tremble beneath the skin
with strong efflux of the wild hot springs,
makes me blush at places,
driving an impulse so strong,
as if there is a call of the known,
whispered tenderly through moans,
make me restless,
thus, love me reckless.
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