5.09.10 – 5.53

grip and friction between locked limbs
become lingering touches that burn and
lips which brush (so dangerously)
against wind-chilled skin

i can feel the kindled sensation broil
provocatively beneath his fingertips
and the warmth of his face so irresistibly close
to mine

“… how i so wish…
i could get used to him…”

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