The Smell of Flesh

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I love the way it smells.

My room, my sheets, my skin.

I love the way it tastes.

Like a sick driven sin.

It’s already fairly bad.

How could it get any worse?

Like the ambition to be your woman.

The nightmare to be your curse.

I love the way you smile.

No matter how long it takes.

From possibly twenty to thirty.

That’s minutes, how long it takes.

I love the way it smells.

My room, my sheets, my skin.

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