full delight

guide your mouth to my left ear, —
kiss the murmurs that it hears
at classy hours of the inked dreams
mildly, put your lips on my thrill,
you, full delight in a psychotic ripple
savoring a demiurgic bohemian call
take a frenetic moment of magic
that's slowly drowning in my ecstasy,
lushly poetized in a renewed burst

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