I could-
I'd write a poem
about your teeth
grazing against my skin
pushing you over
pinned to the floor
your mouth
locked with mine
got your arms
above your head
out of breath
your hands
pulling me
tugging me
pressing me
keeping me close to you
your fingertips
etching a map
for you
all along my body
only you could cross
clawing for breath
and each other
whispering moans
begging for more
our song
is our touch

The End

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