Flesh

Flesh

This force field surrounded us

Containing within the magnetic draw

Push, pull, drawn inexorably towards you

Towards me

Heart trembling like my flesh against yours

Quailing at your touch

Your mouth on my own, tremulous and tender

Exploring each other like two ingenues

Innocent in our nakedness

Fully exposed, drunk on waves of emotion

Rather than wine

This moment in time is perfect, precious

To be protected

A permanent touchstone

A save point

Is there anything more human,

More pure,

Than this?

Connection distilled to its singular state

Coupled in coupling

On the cusp of a perilous parapet

Fearful of falling

Yet perched, nonetheless.

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