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[mabithdarling]

twisted bodies
count the limbs to discover
who lies within the mass of skin
the hot flesh, steaming sweat
all the delight in sweet fingers
sweeping over curves and
rounded hips and breasts.

but the thoughts of parting
overshadow all the pleasure
all the joy and wonder and
intensity of love
forgotten, because of
one's idiocy, and denial of happiness.
short term, fleeting desire
can not compete with skin
in my bed,
day after day,
night after night