by
Cortijo

Away from
these lips
Longing for one moment of rest
upon
hers
we step out
Never forgetting her scent
original
it's own entity
lingering subtly
Tattered sheets
of our previous
encounter
Seconds before
taste buds sent soaring
Shadows watch
in envy
Mouths agape
Painting
with their "Oh Mys"
and " I nevers"
Yet entranced
Staring
Amazement from
what is taking place
I see you
we continue
Against the glass
face pressed
skirt rasied
fade into you
marks ofmy breath
still
remain
Change the pace
more now
On the wall
deeper now
feel me
Yes!
Screams of pleasure
Yes!
Here at last
we melt to oblivion
as our bodies
slowly
surely
begin to resemble
who
we
were

Before the elevator opened...

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