caress me, baby

Tenderness, —
I got to be wrapped...
Preciousness, —
wrap me, please...
I'm cold, —
Come... — Take me
 in the season of hell
with the drunken boat
of the Rimbaud
if you wanna, — or...
in the waste-land
with the cruelest April
of Eliot's, — but come...
come, caress me, baby

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