Nauch

We danced through

the night

Roses of lies

on a bed of erotica

 

My lips on you

Top to bottom

I’m kissing between

your thighs

My hips tight on yours

I’m yours tonight

 

We fused in time

tick-tock of the clock

no longer counts

 

To the night we ceased

We ceased the moon

We teased the stars

We condensate in glory

descending

like steam — an embodiment

of seduction.

 

 

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