I want to sit on the kitchen platform

In the middle of the night

Dangling my legs

Pulling your lean waist

Between them

Licking chocolate mousse

Off your stubble

I want to find peace

In the warmth

Of your smooth skin

Under a blanket

A patchwork of memories

Smelling of sex and shampoo

Smoke and sweat

I want to sleep for days

Not brush my hair

Or my teeth

Losing myself

In the twists and turns

Of our bodies

The sun brightening

Your face hardened

With too much nicotine

My thighs glowing

In the cool moonlight

A solitary bird

Tweeting in the background

We, vigorously rubbing

The messy slate

Of our convoluted destinies

Till all is but a blur

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