thorns and other maladies

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you turn my body
into liquid gold
until every word off my lips
is as soft as your touch
melting down my body
like a crucible
the heat between us
is practically tangible
like i can reach out
feel it between my fingers
let it drip down my palm
and i understand now
why prometheus stole the fire
why zeus punished him so harshly
a passion like this
started the trojan wars
it left sisyphus
pushing that damn rock
and it leaves me
melting for you
like ice under sunlight
like gold in a crucible
until all that's left
is the girl underneath
that craves you like nicotine
that almost wants to
swallow you whole
just to let the heat consume her
until all that's left
is your skin
burning against mine
my teeth
grazing your neck
until all that's left
is me
melting into you
like liquid gold