One night
Sunburn on your lips
The fire burns and it taste like this
Veins bleed impulsive
Minds divided from reaction
Hands sliding down apprehensive legs
Absent love lingers in this bed
No subtle thoughts
Scratches down his back
Increasing gasps
Grasping for sheets tangled between
Pleading for pleasure and sin
Slow it down
Go at it again
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