Flounce right in,
you little naked thing:
jump into it – stun me like the sun –
I need you here today –
just as they say
one cannot meet a vampire
without asking it to come in,
and to stay:
there’s an intoxication
hard to tell from virulence in your quick joy:
it spreads and sticks
and changes everything
that doesn’t bring a revolution to the soul.
Ripple nipples in my face –
have me whole.
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