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Arya Odelot Sep 2013
Drink from my glass, oh, loved one;
Let us share our intimacy in its utmost.
Taste the wine from my own mouth,
For I am the one to ease your thirst.

Smell the scents of my body, my darling;
Lose yourself in this inebriating sin.
Let me become the air you breathe;
And the warm breeze fondling your skin.

Need me as you need your daily bread.
Consume every inch of my body and soul.
Taste me, as you would some fine treat;
Devour me, as you would never let me go.

How can I ever be closer to you, my dear
than tending to your core, basic needs?
In being a giver, I am a taker;
In being a feast, I am one who feasts.

— The End —