To visit him again
even against better judgment
and to think beyond my freedom
that he knows who I am and does not
have to guess at 'I want you'
To see him gaze and look away
from the body under my clothes
incapable to sit still
clueless how to behave
just sighing: 'I want you'
That he will press celestial words
upon my lips, in the saliva of my
'I want you', and we, passionately
will fight each other's words again
in our code language for 'I want you'
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