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To touch those lips,
Feel your warmth,
Slide down soft skin,
Just once,
Only once,
Would be like an alcoholic
And the first sip
Of whisky.
Warming the throat,
Burning,
Then devouring,
Consuming in heat
Until all that remains,
The one focus,
The centre of life,
Is more.
Each drink
A further step
Into heaven and oblivion.