Lush lips draw from me
Heat, sensuality I never was mine
And blood, for in my wandering
I touched the body of truth
And found self worth in the empty space
You make me feel
So brand new, so existentially pure
That I forgot what it was like
To be naked, and without this sixth sense
Realizing we were all made to be one
Are my fingertips not enough?
Must you also take my namesake
And with it, forge a new being
That even I know not how to approach?