I didn’t mean for it to
Spurt out the way it did,
A smear across your middle
I meant to keep in,
This moist embrace that
Shakes us both
Until it pours out of me,
Into/onto you,
Dripping from every pore,
Pouring over you
As it comes out of me.
I didn’t mean to spill on you,
This essence inside that
Boils up at your least touch,
Stirred up by this embrace
This nonstop dance
This touching and being touched,
This ache that won’t cease
Until it explodes
But I didn’t mean to spill
It all on you,
But deep down
I’m glad I did.
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