Eager palms, and soft kisses
Nothing but you and me
The moment fills with anticipation
soft lips, free hands,
loose hips, and perspiration.

Our breaths hitch, together we trip
over shirts flipped inside out
You pull me closer
then closer,
“Why can’t we get closer?”

Matching movement, pulse like thunder
a rhythm like flowing water.
Each touch an endless daze
your hands, my thighs
our limbs a moving maze

I’m too far in to see what’s wrong
Our bodies a tangled mess
A breathless question

“Are you ready?” 

and like a fool 

I whisper,


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