Into the line swift
you arrived
Skin just dazzling
beneath the elegant glow
Barely five seconds
had elapsed
Before you leaned
into me
Closer and closer….
(Mild beads of sweat
had begun to spill from my temple)
Until my phallus
brushed your derriere
With less than a
consonant
Taken from the ground
(Pause)
(A sharp, fathomless
breath was drawn)
Could passion be the
jolt
Coursing between you
and I?
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