Lips slightly parted,
And inches away.
Eyes open, and so
Wet
With nervousness;
This is almost.
Hands in constant motion,
Skin on skin in rapture;
This is.
Akimbo limbs,
Faces asleep, and alive,
Complexions flushed,
Sticky flesh;
This was.
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