learning to make love

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in the sweetest pith  
of my pain  
i learn to sleep inside  
your obsession  
 
i've developed a desire  
for the edge of pleasure  
the lingering tattoos  
of your poetry  
 
your voice an exquisite  
taste in my mouth  
holy and undeniable  
 
baptizes me  
again  
and  
again  
 
 
{pom poem- after Ahavati comment - Ty A.