I am tainted when I am with you.
You are:
running water so pure,
It hurts the teeth
before it slides down the throat.
Warm in my stomach.
Cleansing me.
Washing out the impurities.
I want to bottle you,
right at the source.
My own personal spring,
so pleasantly fresh,
tricking down,
sanitizing,
my black spine.
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