lights low, spank smash shag
snatch hair back and pull, remind
we are not dead yet
E. Rodriguez Smith, 2018
Holding on, intertwined minds
Kismet, centuries of contact
Muscle memory tells the tale divine
You were always mine, throughout time
We fought and sought one another
Our flesh assaults as it rediscovers
The joy of our sex is timeless
No cure for this like a virus
Explosions leave us floating…universe
This heated fog, heal, soothe, reimburse
Sinew called you to me and we came
Wonder where our lives will be as we meet again
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