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May 2018
fingers fluent in language spoken in hushed tones
bodies illuminated by electric currents
convergence
hands that glide across the surface
leaving no inch untouched
hungry for lunch
heat rising from the sheet
blood pulsing to the beat of the
headboard
banging and begging for mercy
from the beginning to end
feet twisting
heels digging
at the addiction
sparks ignite fire from friction
burning through exposed skin like newspaper
devouring each other
connection made slick like butter
arousing the fuse by
lighting matches in the dark
triggering
an explosion.
Kathleen M
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Kathleen M  26/F/Canada
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