if I had it to do all over again
I know I would still do it
even knowing I should
not
knowing it can't last
that desperate grasp holding on
a chess master who is
distracted from the game board
by her protruding chest
or deep dark gaze or worse
The depths I imagine
I might reach if inspired
I do it all over and over in my head
always feeling the
landscape
with the tips of my
fingers or tongue
or a more potent part
of my anatomy
throbbing always
wanting to want it
stoking up my own fires
with the image of her my head
filing it all under Cardinal knowledge
if I could do it over
those few precious moments
I would and I do
already
like a rerun in my brain
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