touch me slowly
realize when you
are in the presence
of the holy
if you wish to kiss
my face
keep your lips soft
as you find my spots
for even my breath
will make you
wish for death
even the return
of what I yearn
will hold your hands
in places you
never imagined
as your eyes ravage
my emeralds
and your skin
reveals itself
in feverish ills
possession of one
such as myself
is not recommended
if you have not intention
of staying forever
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