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When I bite my lip

I remember how you do it

And how I do it for you



Music washes my body

Just like

The sunlight of your presence



Your smell fills my nostrils

If only in memory



My spirit remembers the way

Yours touches it

And lets mine

Stroke yours



Throbbing, my heart

(Amoung other parts)



How I make my own nails dig

To match the sweet markings

The reflexes that

Make us all animals

Starting with you and I



As Shakespeare would say

'The beast with two backs'

Although, we'd never stick

To just that



More inclined to your absence

A bare wisp of your memory

Than any physical presence

Any semblance of attraction

Scattered in the face of yours



My body, limp

Six minutes, ten seconds

Of coquetry

Self-inflicted



The greatest hint of bliss I can muster

Without your flawless visceral lustre