2-Shoulder blade. Pressed into the thickness of heat and lust we stood tall and proud and unashamed. Lust-driven yet tame, our bodies claimed each other

5-And us not knowing anymore who we are, I am glad to hold you in high esteem -or heat- on this morning train of thought. Ride on memory, ride on.

4-Full, heavy even, but light with brilliance and bounce
My hands danced over your wide spanse of back and body cries out for the memory to relive to revive you me

3-Holding on for dear life. breath. My eyes were closed, sealed shut by spirits and sleep long time come. I remember the thump of this heart in me beating deep

1-Our lips clung together. Unpartable. Not even moses could have separated us. no trains passed, just time and touch. You holding me and I you. Right palm left

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