Like fresh out the box brand new.
Like clean cotton sheets against just showered mocha.
Like fresh electrical wiring, blue and red intertwined, winding round and round. Coiled perfectly.
Eyes turned inside out.
I'm melting into somewhere new.
Skin clings to flesh like velcro bending backwards.
The melody makes me gyrate my hips in a way that I can't control.
Sweat trickles. Breath moist and heavy.
Eyelids open. Close.
Betwixt and between the interchanging glances, I can see something really ...primal. Intuitive dereliction.
That thigh strokes me and I pretend I don't feel a thing when inside my body is screaming somehow. In a quiet way. Forget we ever met. Sounds promising. But hard when I've never been able to run away for long.
Show me the light, the truth, and the way.
Rippling sound waves play on me. Rhythms so deep I can't keep hold onto anything but the music notes. It's okay if you can't go deeper with me daddy-o. I know which way to go after we find ourselves bored of nessling in one another's arms. Thanks for the good time. I just left my empty glass of wine, tipped over on your hard wood floor. Bite down hard and say it ain't so. It gets me every time.
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