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Apr 2015
A pull or a falling feeling
At the heart
Head fuzzy, blood drawn below
The touch of another, so new, so full in its sensation,
Dispelling the separation of the world
fueling the engine of desire.

Entering, she holds me wetly and warmly.
Encouraging, finding sounds
to exchange love and lust and awkward sentences.

No, yes
What am I saying.
Discovering, touching, thirsting,
Release, collapse, silence, holding

A new beginning.
Andrew Furst
Written by
Andrew Furst  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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