It wraps its cool hands around me
As a lover should, it seduces me
It brushes against my neck,
In its infinite caress
It requests I answer its call
When we are face to face, it taunts
It beckons me near, it offers me a life with no fear
It is gentle, probing, inquisitive
Yet asks no questions
It is understanding, compassionate
Yet offers no joy
It is finite.
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