My Other Need
I see your
staggering silhouette
through dirty glass
and imagine or remember
liquid passion
black lace
warmth of nude skin
smelling of cigarette smoke
paint and latex.
Your sublime twilight music
was not wasted on my soul.
With one kiss I became a man.
Dont make me want you
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