let me dress you in fitting clothes
to only peel them from your shoulders,
to kiss the places where they'd been,
to lose them on the floor.
romp with me through bitter nights,
dimmed lamp lights and lust,
forgetting what it means to love just once.
i want to taste you, foreign boy,
push your language into my lips,
lose yourself 'round these american hips
and fill me with the fruit of middle eastern labor.
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