I quietly press on you--
I feel your grasp, and you envelop me
As if you were a great sail in the sea
Catching the wind
Pulling me across the Atlantic

It's hot out
We go inside, and into your room
I am a whole
You are one too
And together
We are two
And faces pressed
Half dressed
We kiss in frenzied bursts
Laid here, fan on,
I feel your grin in the dark,
9 PM, the final light of the summer dusk caught in the thin curtains,
I need to go home soon
But just five minutes more.
Written by asbr808 (Anthony R)
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