I don’t want to bang against you every time, though sometimes,
I just want to stay inside you, feeling you move when I move, filling you up
until it seems we are one in the same, injected so deeply, we can’t fell but feel
it all, even when we barely move, and I wonder, how it must feel to you, to
have me there inside you, the swell of me against you, you swallowing me whole,
when I can’t tell which part is me and which part if you, and I don’t care. I
could stay like that forever, like a hotdog wrapped in a bun, so tight we can’t
tell which one of us is moving when we move, where one of us ends and the other
begins, though eventually, we must surrender, I just don’t want it to be right
now.
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