Far from cold

More akin to the elemental forces

Prompting the rain against the window

Lengths, depths and widths rendered illusory

Pores threaded, so each utterance you give

Tugs me all over my skin

The strong, alien gravity

Ducts the fluid from me

We are powerful fists


Cradling with deliberate tenderness

These tender treacheries

Beyond our conceit to experience

And even the silence, forced

Cannot deny the volume

Of my fuck.


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