Cigarette smoke;
Our bodies move in tune to the beat of our hearts; punctuated by the sharp intakes of breath
We die in each other, over and over again … till there’s no more left to give.
Hormones, her moans; raging- desire swelling up, to release in one giant wave.
We die a little at the end.
Climax; climb … back on- it’s round two … Wednesday night at the fights,
No boxers, just us; as nature intended; avant garde, au naturalle
Experiencing the divine-ss, which is inside you…r mind,
Your body ambrosia.
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