Limbs

My thighs thick on your narrow hips.

I love how your breath comes out short like that.

You give me your hands to hold.

Lay with me, love. You turn me into something weird, a heaving mess, my true self.

Squeeze me from behind, double up your arms, a thousand smiling kisses and I’m happy.

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