falling off a cliff As I roll through your skin
again and again ... and another ... I want more.
The desire to touch your hand and whisper in your mouth,
... in mine, which is where you fit whole ...
When I name and when you kiss.
When you undo my kisses in sighs.
When the rhythm of your breath wheezing.
Calling does not end.
But wanting to start
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