your skin was soft against my fingers
ran in silent whispers down the planes
of ribs and cartilage and muscles
and your face would peer at me between the
soft curves of my thighs
your sloping, sad eyes dark,
pupils wide with wonder
as the seeping dampness spread from
your mouth
to arrive eventually
in an uncomfortable throb
where i knew it would
end up all along.
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