I see
you and me
tangled up and writhing
like
snakes in heat,
on the floor,
between the sheets,
in
or outdoors.
Touching, tasting,
embracing you
with all my senses
swimming.
Too intense,
almost can't keep up
but the look on your face says you haven't had enough.
So I breathe in,
dig deep.
We aren't going to get any sleep.
I want to see your sweat at first light.
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