Lust
The treachery
of our heart
Gives us Joy
And Thrills
Like effervescence
Pouring down
And over the brain
Chemistry unlocks us
Until a warm pulse
Glows from chest
To shoulders and down
The spine where it heats
Charged mind
And body so
Suddenly the whole
Of the universe
Is comprehended
And embraced
But the cocktail lasts
mere moments
Born gasping
Already clutching
Passions desperate
Dying breaths
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