Arouse in Five Words, part 4

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She needs me to switch.

I'm both mendicant and master.

I can worship the veins

and squeeze them to black.

I can shape her edges

and shudder beneath their power.

We can play under covers

and fuck in the sunlight.

Every one of my ends

starts with her willing means.

She is my cycling moon,

her gravity leaving me lifted,

her aura bright and soft.
 
It's all echoes and beat

when she makes eye contact.



the bass builds, she inhales,

and her chin tilts up.


all sound stops, we stop,

we are static and static.


completely still, our particles play,

lips buzzing like red districts.



the empty air could snap.
 
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