the whiskey was thinking
but it was still me feeling
and as he held me soft and warm
and kissed my throat
I cried and cried and cried
for it was you I wanted
your touch I needed.
waves of desire washed me
as I read your simple words,
as though remembering.
to gaze in a glass
and see oneself
is no greater mystery,
but to gaze on you
and see myself
is a greater mystery
than I have ever known
mirror me
and I will reflect you.
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