Sex

Can we intertwine in sex?
Reach around the sun to pretend
we live and act and move and sweat and collide
throughout time through sex?
Glass of hour so delicate, like blood-pumping vessels,
or the time it takes for me to unwrap my gift again.
A veil covers the feel of her unnatural, and natural
lovers are teal, so soft to eyes to cry despise despite all lies.
Another time, another time, another time…
I want to hear a silent whisper in my ear during passionate sex.
The tempo coursing drenched the drapes up upon the window seal.
To be here at this moment is nothing short of a miracle; I can’t believe it to this day.
Alive, colliding with a woman so divine, unique, and riveting.

Today.

What was that feeling of sex? Can we feel it again?

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