Initial kisses leave
monograms of lust on mouths,
fingers intertwined beneath
covers and street lights,
Laughter tangled in sheets
skimming over crescent mooned skin,
desire and nails dug in for
the long haul,
Paused at the precipice
of no return,
pointedly delaying the
imagined inevitable,
Pushing in and through
long, tight months of aching,
telephonic breath no longer
at the mercy of dropped signals,
Palm struck flesh
chilled by cool hands mapping you,
lips knowing no borders,
longing the only currency.
~Fatale
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