Breakfast

Late morning sun breaches blinds,    
   I stir; you invite me    
…lost in a damp cave,    
      heat    
i stand strait, hungry.    
       slowly, you feel me.    
your trembling beckons me closer—    
      mischievous: I retreat    
mouth agape, your eyes dart—piercing the depth of me,      
your beauty hypnotizes    
      my hunger grows…I am at your command    
         deeper, faster    
evaporation carries sweet nectar to my breath    
      captivated, i grow more powerful    
       you writhe    
hearts beat in tandem, faster    
     i inhale you    
         you climb,    
A Tremor    
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i lose my strength