We run, hearts racing, through
this jungle of concrete and wire, electricity surging between us. I never dreamt you’d let me plug in. I’ve felt nothing before you, I realize, my palms perspiring with gratitude. Your physicality, spirituality, hypnotizing even the widest awake. Mad, crashing waves and landslides haven’t the effect that your kiss will have upon me. I know this as my lips part, letting you inside. Your skin, like tracing paper, with a history of lovers etched before me. Through the chaos, I clock that I can leave a mark. I’m careful not to. I beg you, dream not of another, or this realm might find me dissipating. Press into me. Feel this pulse. It is you that my heart beats for.
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