Breathe Me

thIt’s not just sex
The starts and stops
Masquerading as lust
Forced satisfaction
How she kept me here
Hands free to roam
But always going there
Where she hides
To set her free
Startling like breath
Tracing her lines
Warm and insistent
Consciously present
Just like making love
With the lights on
Hesitant at the start
Yet moving in rhythm
She comes back to me
In starts and stops
That ache moving deep
That slippery slope
Passion’s wantonness
Escaping chapped lips
The kiss of skin
Smooth like silk
Drawing me in
As I inhale deep
And I’m still
Waiting to exhale.

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