that is quite so nice
as your back opening into my palms
your fingers lying between my ribs
your nose pressed into my sternum
your temple's heartbeat pulsing under my forehead
your limbs spaghettied around my skin-cells
your weight causing my organs a delightful nausea
your hands tracing their way over me and into me
your eyes narrowing slightly their whiteness -
first, of focus
and then, of pleasure
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