The fiery nervous taste
Like nectarine.
Not quite as sticky�
Yet.
Getting slower,
The heard of turtles.

Sweaty like a lover�s bed
Cooled by an outside breeze,
Suddenly open doors.
Sink into an abyss of extacy.
Shroud yourself in its darkness.
Eat from its dark, silent womb.

The snake�s eye gleams
At the hole in the fence.
Lost in senseless nothingness.
Blurred vision and tongue�
No sight,
No taste.

Caverned, no escape
From the sticky embrace of a blissful night.

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