Oblivion
Every now and then
I catch my breath
Thinking
of your ironed shirt clothed abdomen
On a Sunday morning,
The seductive musk of your cologne
Enveloping my senses
As you tumble
Into my still sleeping body
The warm, smooth hardness
Of your weight
Sensually crushing me
Wrestling limbs entwined,
Rhythm pulsing through our veins,
As in the unwelcome
Morning sun we bask,
Paused in this delicious fullness
For a moment never quite long enough. Oblivion.
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