A karmic debt will always be repaid 100 fold.
It was a terse, painful, goodbye, your words stung more than I can ever express, but the affair will always be as I remember it, though the memory is half blurred as if by dream and happenstance.
Lips wet with whisky and wild desire, your heart drumming me toward an ocean of oblivion, your mouth on my mouth until the outside world dissolves in mist and my body knows nothing but the rush of blood in our veins.
Drunken mad, delirious, bliss; in your cup I yield to you my soul and drink your kiss.
I suck your tongue and listen as your heart calls out to me in iambic syllables. I compose sonnets to the rhythmic meter of its beating.
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