Drinking in,
the river of your mouth
a loving god
who grows tired
for wailing on me,
misses the way I used to look
at him, full of adoration.
Kiss me again
like you did before,
strong hand to my nape,
eyes creating their own river
where spirited sea creatures
swim back and forth
carrying secrets and wishes.
Let me rain soft kisses
upon your throat and chest,
teasing with warm breath,
inciting you to rise up
and lift me off my feet.
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