Sweaty palms grip sweaty sheets
while one word pleas,
already broken promises,
tremble on the tips of lusty sighs.
Eyes meet,
dash away,
seeking remembered faces.
Hands and mouths race toward better ground.
Better to pinch-
tug-
lick-
bite-
slap-
scratch-
suck-
bodies grinding to a stop.
Racing hearts staccato
against awkward silence,
smothering temporary thoughts
of forever.
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