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down my neckline
a bead of sweat
encircling my breast
taut torso met
landing strip trespassed
over the brow
heat upon lips
tongue touching now
slicing my need
gathering me in
deep inside my evening
the fire within
burning opening anxious
writhing toward the fall
wanting needing longing
giving you my all
then just before the spasm
threw me from my cliff
I felt a lightning bolt
from something firm and stiff
it must have been the change
bringing breeze back in
it must have been your love
buried beneath my sin