perched and pressured upon his lips
let's make love
and climb out the window
nothing above but the shadows from the table
Hughes intersecting speeds
never worn out when you're licking incense from me
you had lights bouncing off finger tips
gathering the storm in your name
pounding with drops of water as you travel down the hips
into the naval for an establishment
of the senses
not neon bright
but orange and blue on the skin
take you down as the heart races
and my legs are exposed
just shaking
never over indulging
perched in your kiss
with a reign of my bloody valentine
careening off in the distances
they croon sometimes
guitars highlight your tongue
and we emerge with opposite hands
bringing back up the free form of water
sitting on the floor
arm and arm
stealing a kiss from one another
dropping the cracker jack prize
in each other's hands
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