Tantra

The skull tips
Water flowing over brim
The ancient city is singing
In lofty distances
Touch my fingers to my lips
Feel what lush love I desire
Flowing down my skin

The skull tips
The blood is dark
In candle twilight
Spilling out of my soul
If I taste the poison of your wiles
Again and again
Will the waves calm into glass sea?
Or will I be lost in you
As times before

Fingers sigh over my skin
The ancient city is singing
Nestled in nether
In soft curves of my thighs
And alas, poison is poison

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