our bodies
writhing
sweating
skin flushed
heart pounding
breath coming in gasps
I can taste your soul
when we kiss
it's salty
a taste like sex
when you say
please
I tremble
your scent
like the sweetest
lavender
thick as a london fog
my eyes
full of you and yours
around us
the house burns
the heat so (un)bearable
so necessary
to melt
into you
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