I rested on him,
And breathed in his,
A strong scent of musk
*** and hummus
Mixing with our intermingling
Sweat.
Pouring out was this,
His and mine,
When those freckled knuckles
Slid through
The veneer between us
And into clarity; I gasped
And held on,
Knowing
We would end
As all things do,
In a tiny death
Between us.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
I rested on him,
And breathed in his,
A strong scent of musk
*** and hummus
Mixing with our intermingling
Sweat.
Pouring out was this,
His and mine,
When those freckled knuckles
Slid through
The veneer between us
And into clarity; I gasped
And held on,
Knowing
We would end
As all things do,
In a tiny death
Between us.
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