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run deep
deeper
run deeper still
to the core of the self you claim
behind the shadows
under the intangible
you call his love for you
feather imprints on your bed
and the smell of sweat
that in the next day
won't turn you on
are the only reminders of the night before
(one night just isn't enough
to proclaim your undying love)
but you want to run
to the thick of his lips
to the broad of his shoulders
never big enough to satisfy
the need of your tongue
to roll and make the world a better place
and you sprint deep
deeper
deeper still
to the days
when you've had a craving
so strong
that lemons couldn't make you pucker
and salsa tasted like yogurt
and sweat wasn't all that salty
you don't ever want to slow down
the constant pumping tires out your muscles
you want to keep on running deep
deeper
deeper still
slide through
to the core
and you want him to touch you in places
only you yourself have been able to
taking you places only your imagination
has taken you to
and grab yourself from the inside
turn you inside out
and all you can say is yeah
and your breathing slows
and speeds up
and slows
and your heart be still
be still
but it's like standing in front of some train
that's never going to stop
and horses can't pull you away
and it's just like that commercial
and you want to be a commercial
and you can't speak
because your tongue
is searching
and his tongue is probing you
licking you clean
from the inside