by Steven Gowin
The best lover,
you work me for it,
chafe me red,
kick my ass.
The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat corpus fluids and salt and
the unnamably impure for you.
My brain on fire,
I hold on for more,
another minute, another second.
I risk migraine.
You take on one or six
and incinerate us all.
Unforgiving.
Godless.
Always calescent,
tireless,
you outlast me.
Every time.
Exhausted,
I leave you.
I will sleep tonight, and
meet you naked tomorrow.
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:your breath is hot, dry, cedar." This is a great line...
Good form. I like the piece.
yes, it's a nice piece, indeed. good work.
Puey.
;-)
Blistering with the intensity of commitment.
Love this description of the sauna experience.