One night

Sunburn on your lips
The fire burns and it taste like this 
Veins bleed impulsive 
Minds divided from reaction 
Hands sliding down apprehensive legs
Absent love lingers in this bed 
No subtle thoughts 
Scratches down his back 
Increasing gasps 
Grasping for sheets tangled between 
Pleading for pleasure and sin 
Slow it down 
Go at it again 


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