Bathing in tones of sweet honey
Or like a hill with child
Rolling toward
The bottom
Hoping never to stop
You ride the pleasured crest
To potent nirvana
Bleeding to the other side of
White
Etching the sound of
Exquisite into your brain
Before
Withdrawal
Finds you falling
Into the eye of sweet aching
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