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A Gentle Tug

 

a gentle tug

happening on my covers.

sweet quiet winds that brush

against the skin, 

a fleeting loveliness

happening again and again.

 

 

 

i want to feel your body pressed against mine,

 

i want to feel your body pressed against mine,

skin on skin.

arms and legs everywhere, mouths embracing.

tilted and pulled back 

to make a dip where sweat drips can merge,

rediscovery of an already splendid treasure

of raking fingers and dilated eyes.

how wonderful. how magnetic.

skin on skin,

i want to feel your body pressed against mine.

 

 

 

love is a freight train. 

 

love is a freight train. 

it screams, hurtles 

itself forward.

 

set 

on a track of ferocity,

it stops for no one.