Lick.

I don’t know you
but I feel you
pervasively penetrating
my every thought.
Far flung
still holding me hung
deftly demonstrating
my weakest spot.

Covert. Concealed.
I don’t know what to do
but keep you, steady,
keep me keeping you
I taste you on my tongue
I would swallow this piquant poison
if not for my need
to lick your every word.

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