Arouse in Five Words, part 4

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Pressed up against the glass

Looking out at the city

Whimpering and crying his name
 
my thumb maps her neckline,

the distended muscles and veins,

the valley from her clavicle.


her blood runs under it,

her pulse beating in doubletime,

she wants my hand there.


I squeeze and watch her,

only her eyes are fighting,

she caresses my flexed knuckles.


as her eyes begin watering,

i kiss her swelling trachea,

and finally let her go.


she doesn't move. she only

pulls my cartographer hand back

and mouths the word "please."
 
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