Once
Wet and hot we rock -
I in my head,
you across the whiskers
of a former lover.
Slipping through your body
you undulate,
but not for me.
Our flesh collides like space junk.
“Let’s not do this again”.
I say to your closed eyes.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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