Our bodies braid,
And unbraid
As we take each other in
Exploring wrinkles in our hearts
and the slope and shape of our bodies,
The air is thick with ardor.
Labored breaths escape through clenched teeth,
‘You're hot' I breathe into you
Your back arches,
caught in beautiful laughter.
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