we've knocked off both of our shoes on the patio deck as the harvest moon grows big in the dark blue sky, and you slide down my cherry cocktail dress with the company of a coy smile, i curl my fingers around your work shirt buttons and press them from beginning to end until the crisp unfoils and leaves my hands with your smooth skin. we float
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