She came to you
seamless.
silent.
and completely
free of flaws.
Her movements were fluid.
Fluid like the
heat that was
pulsing between your
"pillows-for-thighs".
She slowly sat over you,
took your hands as prisoners,
and locked them in her
velvet jail cells.
Fingers for bars,
fists for padlocks.
The radiating heat
was mutual,
and the two swirled together
as she leaned in to your poor, eager expression.
The last remaining inches stood their ground.
She fed you her breath,
exchanged it for yours,
and as her lips sailed across
that tiny sea of oral breezes,
you realized that everything was
dark.
Knotted blankets were your only companion.
The only heat to speak of was
only your own.
And you were so eager to dream you could not fall back asleep.
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