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I trace my mouth

with a lazy fingertip

thinking about

the press of yours

the warm

the wet

the sex that slipped

between our lips

pulling us ever closer

until I am reminded

of that Anne Sexton

poem about two lovers

gnawing at the barrier

between them

drawing together

in the fight to be

one body

one mind

one mouth forever

kissing itself

telling its own

secrets, together

in the dark

there is no


Posted 09/04/14
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