Sunlight scalds all that I see,
including her,
this day when we both play hooky,
her shape framed by
the world
she lives in and I am
the intruder invited here,
too scared to touch anything
for fear I might get
scalded, too,
the touch of her bare shoulder
like hot metal left
out in the sun too long,
and her bare chest,
the two brown nobs
around which my lips fit,
tasting oddly sweet,
the way warm steel
might,
tight, hard, invincible
from which I ache to extract pleasure,
all of her like a rising thermometer,
soft skin under my fingers,
I feel too blunt to
adequately touch,
this moment in time
I know cant' possible last,
and so, I linger, lips. fingers, hips,
wrapped up in this second in time
as it all ticks
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