I love it when
We stick,
And speed up;
When friction’s richer.
When my skin sings
As it skims across yours
And all our fingertips touch.
When words for beauty
Fall from our mouths
And images engage them.
When a pause is more
Than a minute’s threshed madness,
And at the end we
Send shivers of electricity
Along our contact points,
With tears of joy and not sadness,
And then we peel apart and sleep.
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A captivating write, the seductiveness I like...
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