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Don't love me like it's the
Last day on earth

With explosive kisses
Drawing blood from lips
With fingernails ripping into flesh
- Ever hungry for more

Love me knowingly
Armed with deliberateness;
Caress skin familiarly
Touch me with the assumption
That this isn't the last time
Our bodies will mesh

Mould into me like damp clay
Like a coming home once more
Unpeel & shed the burden of the world

Show me that
This is just another point on a map
That continues to be charted