I want to feel your fingers
drawing lines, a pen and ink of touch along the
whole of me, mark me up and down.
nails dragging down biceps, tracing
veins on forearms, finally finding my hand.
interweaving into a Gordian knot. Bound
hand to hand we find the texture of pleasure
in the fire of flesh. A wildfire consuming
two bodies, a wildfire consuming
two souls until the tide of satiation
and an ocean of breath sings
amongst the wreckage of desire
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