Strong Tea

I make fresh brews with
the contents of my restless mind,

Sipping on a heady mix
of pain, pleasure and lust,
Drawn to the flow moving

Outwards,
To the shapes of others, a
Smooth touch

From the hands that reach
down to see my face.

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