Poetica 3

Eyes lock, heart races, heat rises.
Your hips rise and fall apart as your thighs embrace my head and you recline.
I taste your skin, trace the freckles with my tongue and bury my face after a gulp of air.
My eyes closed, I use my hands to trace your naked body in my mind.
Banks break as your river swells and almost drowns me.

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