he gets off at 4:30 / it's 6:09

here . . .

an unencumbered softness

my naked breast / taste me

the luminous curve of crimson

lips eager to flutter

across bearded dark fullness / kiss me

the form fitting expectancy

of tense anxious arms / embrace me

a moist tangled crescent

immodestly blanketing

my fertility / enter me

none of me is mine

all of me is yours

here am I / where are you?

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