its own dire groping: the call to flesh from arms
strewn across our bed in the middle of the night
and the wide gaping jaws of your impassioned
mouth - my own bellowed in distress as an
echo of agony; and how your back was arched
over your arms which grasp to keep
your blood from churning too much over itself,
which seems only to happen when you
and your hips are sitting still
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