Crunchy lips entangle me
like a wave coming over
being swallowed by thirst
becoming the water
to lessen your drift
swiftly and save you
time and time again
from your hangovers
then your hands
they grip my fear,
lava spreading over thee,
grey, yet overwhelmingly
ice on the caking
on the making of
something big
called LOVE! M
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