Its 102 in Sacramento and I can feel you
I can feel the glisten of the sweat
Off the bone that connects
Your ear to your neck
My hands glide along your shoulders
Then swoop down where wings would be
If I wrote this fairy tale
But alas it’s 102 in Sacramento
And you are not here
As my fingers braid down your spine
To the cup of your back
Where our love pools
The sweat of our love
Helps me lie on you and smell your hair
Helps my hands glide down
To grasp under you on your waist
Above sex below caressing
To hold you so that we can both
Slowly
Nod off to sleep
With kisses on your salty neck
If you were here in Sacramento
But alas you are not
I am alone in Sacramento
For I have not even met you yet














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but not known for who.
The heats dilusion or a wish
for the heat of
assion that is desired.
either way there is something
missing from the life of
a poor tortured soul,
stuck at 102 in sacramento
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It’s not who you are that holds you back, it’s who you think you’re not.
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Waste not want not
-- The Mask
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doomslug of chaos! awaaayyyy!
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As my fingers braid down your spine
To the cup of your back
Where our love pools
The sweat of our love
Helps me lie on you and smell your hair
Helps my hands glide down
To grasp under you on your waist
Above sex below caressing
Great metaphors and good job conveying the emotion and passion one feels who is doing these actions... tastefully done, good work.
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