A Poet's Cocaine

Her lips. A poet's cocaine. I crave them In the most Euphoric way. I tremble from The pink electricity That passes Between Them and my own. A high that dizzies My head follows, As I crash into Her tongue. An art so addictive That I must immediately Write it down. Romance fills my pen As the ink remembers Every stain That her lips Left on mine.

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