My nipple aches for your lips, your tongue
Waiting to gift to you
All that I be
All the secrets of the universe
That never were secret
And will be y(ours) once again
. . . If you’re willing
It’s not symbolic
This is real
It exists
(If you let it)
You could quit
Quit that addiction to the ache of wanting
And just have, instead
Have all of you
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