You scribbled words

hastily onto my back

as I unbuttoned your shirt.


A new word dug into my skin

with each rustle of the fabric –




All along,

your shirt slipped clumsily

through my fingers.


My mind,

a raging volcano

birthed by questions and thoughts,

met your kisses that

sought to answer

every doubt that bubbled onto

the surface of my lips.


Quieting and stoking

the lava stirring within,

you wielded magic

with your tongue.


In. Out. In. In. In. In… Out.


My flushed breath

matched yours

inhale for an inhale.


Pinned against the wall

we drew our own masterpiece.



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