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Escape me this cycle of self-destruction, Take me by hand and lead me to glory. Open this heart to softness and wonder.. My body, my temple you must satisfy Your kisses the nectar that feeds my lips.. The lips that tease, caressing your skin. Softness of breath that will quake my emotions, Fulfil earthly pleasures you truly deserve. Now what should I make of this Gift from the Gods.. A salve to soothe my own tortured existence? A window to view poison running beneath? A pill which to heal that irrational sickness. Just pleasures refused that I now can’t deny. Or maybe, just maybe, their jest for the day. Release me from worry and fear and darkness, Allow me to see naked beauty within. 06 October 2006