Flesh collides with affection.
Clammy and wet warm grip.
Fingers feel their way to their place,
and, ah, a perfect fit. You might say,
we fit each other like, ah yes, a glove.
Knuckles whisper secrets like lovers
in sheets, as sweat blurs our lifelines into one.
Oh god, sometimes
I’m so corny
it hurts.
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