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Inside

handfuls of hair,

toungues,

teeth.

the curving air;

alive

in rooms

with hanging doors.

we feast.

our rolling eyes,

shaking lips,

hips.

tremble

under fingertips,

taste the heat

and melt.

we press.

wasting no time

for breath.

it happens.

it happens!

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Written by

kdanielsauthor

28 / M / Nova Scotia, Canada

Published: Jun 22, 2021
LinesWords: 2143

Notes: Abstractionist ****** ecstacy.
Tags: #abstract #love #surreal #passion #lust #vulnerability #dark #relationships

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