To your smell
To your touch
To touching you
Holding you
Caressing you as we merge
Entering each other
Joining within
You are my muse
My inspiration
My well of creativity
From which I drink all too often.
And yet the dangers of pleasure
And the consequencess of excess
Have brought me to this point
I think we need a separation
I need a rest
Time to recuperate
To recover from what has unquestionably been
EXCESS
For a very long time
It's time for a break
No more bong hits for a while !
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