I never want it to stop once we’ve started it, heat of
summer, chill of winter, we keep warm with it, or sweat it out, smearing
ourselves against each other, a pleasant massage we translate into something better,
smearing each other as if with butter, the taste made more taste the more we
engage, me behind, arms around your chest, you on top, riding, in winter we
could heat the universe, melting the ice caps, causing the seas to rise, drowning
ourselves in it all, while in summer we melt like wax, in and out, leaving a
residue of our event behind, dripping, too hot to touch, and yet, we need to,
as I sip from a copu I just filled.
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