I dream a dream
e.e. cummings dreamed,
Of lying side by side,
bodies pressed against each other
my arms pulling your body close
It is a language
we need not speak
as between my legs
I carry the city
cummings claims
Aching to populate the city
you hold secret between yours
My mouth suckling your mountains
Until the tips grow hard,
My fingers gripping each
As if too scared to let go
as I dive between your thighs
Into the soft depths
You spread open for me,
Your taste filling me up,
as I fill you
Inside and out,
As we engage
Lips to lips
Hips to hips
Filling your city
with my city
until it over flows.
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