I like the chemistry of you,
your physics and biology,
each molecule must be
what others only dream of.
And when I sleep I do imagine
being inside your physiology,
where I am busy, lovingly
untiringly, mixing and matching
a trillion particles, all yours
each one I take into my hands
then bring it close to eager eyes
and waiting lips, you do not mind
that I must simply own but all of you.
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