The Great Thirst

Quickening heat,
slow withdrawal.
The great thirst is on, smothering
every other sensation
the body conjures.
Of course, you are the vessel
from which I wish to drink.
So let me raise you to my lips,
my lovely, that I may savor
each rejuvenating drop
contained within
your fair, voluptuous form.

-r. miller

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