I am the whore and Mother Theresa.
I feel the pull between my legs.
The sirens call of epic proportions,
I blush only at words of innocence.

You wish for definition.
For a thesaurus that matched my synonym.
But I kiss your lips and I am nothing
But the stench of your wildest desire.

Whether we are oil and vinegar,
Or whiskey and ice.
We sweetly mix momentarily,
All we need to get it right.

Musky and neon bright.
Eels electrifying the deep dark blue
Mammals, sea urchins, amoebas.
We all have one common goal.

I’ll take what you have inside of me.
Convert your carbon monoxide for my air.
We can have a mutual agreement
As bloated ivy and body intertwine.

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