there, from your lips
I swallow this jaded crystalline,
I trace a finger
along your chiselled jawline,
your hair like grass
dense under the night sky,
your head turns
your sea-green eyes burn,
your features
swim inside my mind,

lick, sip, bite
you are
my kryptonite,
lick, suck, bite
my kryptonite.

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