pulse and boom.

dreams of moisture, soaking my skin,

filling my hands and mouth,

moving with waves of rhythmic motion

against and with all the same.

falling so hard

that my plucked, dizzy self,

forgets all else,

but the scent and the silk,

the pulse and the breath,

of a lifetime

waiting,

to be had.

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