By slug
Date: 9 September 2000
Debauchery of Us
Debauchery of us...
How fun that sounds-
clothes in a pile that is
actually a trail on the floor
of the kitchen
the hall
the doorways
and us-
a little out of breath
a little sweaty
wrapped like a game of twister
abandoned but never un-linked
hot lips on trembling skin
and the taste lingers after
the breathing slows
and the limbs unwind
and the air gets cold-
and suddenly
there's nothing there to hold.
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