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heat humidity

and i lick the sweat from your brow

humidity heat

We kiss

like

we

always

do.

And I

always

need

to taste

you,

always

need

to bite

you,

you

your lip

your tongue

you.

always.

Taking

you

all

in.

I can’t

help

myself

anymore.

Always.

always

this kiss

always.

always.

always.

 

 

 

my

body

remembers

and

when I

think of you

there is

the keyed up

anticipation

of the

tightly strung

piano wire –

waiting

for the

hammer

to fall,

the

music

to

start

here there is some vast

distant singing: a giant

chord struck just for us

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