Bit By Bit
Bit by bit, he unveils me,
till I'm left naked in his hand.
Bit by bits he opens each drawer of my soul
nothing more to say, nothing more to mend.
A twinkling light and his tongue
touching my lips.
There is no ocean, lake or sea,
there is no water, but I am drowning,
I'm drowning, and I can't see.
I'm not going to swim, I decide,
I'm not going to escape to the shore,
I'm going to let my body drown to its core
in an ocean of unknown pleasure butterflies,
which, at least, will make my life worthwhile
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