Intimacy is when my face is in her neck
falling into her
Opening myself then pouring myself into her
electrical force on my skin
pushing the heart further south
That angelic spasm kicks out
back up north to my chest
all the way up to the megalopolis
For it is the city powered by her
Lit up in the darkness the unknown
unfound and sinister nights
I'm a subterranean giant generator
Running on that natural purfume
tongue nose pull
appetite fuel
energy
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