Listening.
To the pounding of the music
As it takes its final climax,
Breathing.
In…
Erotic, seemingly flamboyant
Patterns. Ice skating between my lips
And melting in your button-holes.
Smoke. Roiling dizzily between
Your fingers. Your eyes are closed.
Your body, open.
Everyone, drowns out.
Their busy words
Die, to our whispers.
And, you say…something.
The hollow of your neck
Becomes a pool of secret kisses.
Knots begin to fall loose
In my stomach.
I take a chance.
Lick the salt from my lips,
Open my eyes…
You’re sleeping.
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don't ask. I'm having trouble writing anything lately. Please tear this apart.
