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...
to caress me, baby...
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