She said to me this morning:

I wish you could be me
for just one time of us
so you could know

how you split and swallow me
like ripe fruit, feeling
you grow as your eyes roll and close.

Over the edge, losing control I push you away
unable to take more, you pull me
driving harder. My toes curl white

as our sound rises,
ice fire flashes my sizzling skin. I
become warm chocolate

over you, dripping.

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