it’s a piano key tap,
a candle flicker,
from the pits of her, a sap,
his salivate liquor.

there’s velvet hair,
there’s chafe and stubble,
clavicle unaware,
hearts in trouble.

where fingers start,
toes end in appreciation,
a moment apart,
leaves aching desperation.

madness of perspire,
settled with heated eyes,
put out their fire,
with rapture cries.


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