Knees scraping cinder blocks
rasberry skin inviting us to
push for more
Mirrored effect worn thin
Shows silver colored reflections
of a smeared smile and
runny mascara
Another swig of that orange
concoction meant to inebriate,
drags us to where our flesh
meets the threshold
Penetration and withdrawal
became our reason to continue
wet palms, grab muscle, squeeze,
drawing us forward
Thighs wetter, friction released
as you spread wider
Grind, aching groin, with the
sounds of saturation
Liberation discharged, with the
rain soaking bone as water from
a serrated sky touches hard,
rolling off in a synchronized
dance of retreat
Pictures embedded into your
chest neck and thighs needle
dips deep with beautiful swirling
images that capture the light
of a half moon
Rhythmn tribal rhythm bodies
with full knowledge gaining as
flesh slaps and slips on into
darkness it's purpose lost in the
perfection of our moves
Motive unnecessary, outcome
forgotten as the beating of our
bodies could not
did not want to stop.
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