The Cure

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One night wouldn’t be enough
To burn you from my body  
To purge you from my memory  
To cure me of this need.  
  
Lazy days, uncounted,  
To kiss, to play, to fuck  
Until we knew every inch of each other  
Inside and out.  
Every line, every scar,  
As familiar as our own separate flesh.  
   
The scent of your skin,  
The texture of your lips,  
The urging, teasing, seeking stroke  
Of your fingertips.  
   
My hands on your face,  
Your tongue tied to mine,  
Breathing you in  
As you breathe me out.  
   
The pounding of your heart  
The perfect echo of mine  
As together we rise and fall  
To the rhythm of your stroke.  
   
The swell breaking in to a flood  
Gasping, pleading,  
My only desire met  
By the look in your eyes,  
   
To doze then, to talk and dream, to laugh and weep  
Unfiltered, safe and unafraid,    
And hour-by-hour, to merge our bodies  
Over and over    
Until one of two things would happen -  
Either we would ourselves burn out for good  
Or come to realise that we never will.