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You are like Opium.

Creamy thighs creating silken weaves

of spider webs around my soul.

I lust for you.

Your breath is the dusty rhythm

of an abandoned piano.

Our shadows make love in the candlelight,

skin mimicking the dark forms of passion.

Leaving me wrapped in an enchanted world

where the moon fights the sun at noon,

and dragonflies embrace their fiery cousins.

I speak volumes with my lips upon you,

sing to you with my eyes;

Scream in climax with my tongue tied to yours.

You are like Opium.