Recall

I sometimes close my eyes and set my mind on rewind

And suddenly you're there again, setting things on there ridged edges

I sit neatly in your lap and try not to shift around too much,

I feel too big for my skin but somehow I fit just rigth with you

Your hands cup round my curves and something liquid burbles in my recesses

Our lips nest seamlessly in tune with that thumping in my ears

The sun is hot and nothing burns deeper than this

This poem is about: 
Me

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