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wash away
the desert dryness
of my lips
with a single
kiss of your honey
dripping tongue
that speaks to me
in wet volumes.

soak away
the aching cracks
of my parched skin
with rivers of your
tender taste
that alter
my salty

drink away
the dusty sorrow
of my so-alone nights
and in gin-soaked bliss
we'll bathe
and guzzle
at least for tonight
until morning
when the inevitable
hangover dawns.