Lust pools within my imagined existence
like a glacial river into a shot glass
Have a drink with me, won’t you?
Stop my eager heartbeat like a clock
Let me die at your favorite time of day
Be my sleepless hour of the night
Own how consenting you’ve always been
You never needed my permission
to scour this face along your fault line
You are fresh depth for those in hellfire;
as someone who exists on your fringes,
I should know better than anyone
The lottery isn’t calling my numbers
The bottle I spin always points back at me
And I won’t cross your mind at the last
But if I could spend a single night inside you,
that’s how you’d want them all to end
Whole-cocked, I would wreck you
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