Why are your knees not interlocked with my arms.
Your kiss not swallowing me
Your hips not reaching for planets that shine in the night but have long been dead.
Your hungry flesh isn't pulling at my fingertips to unmask it's desire to be punished.
Why are your thighs not falling prey to my ravenous hands.
Why can't I feel your tightness tonight
The air is hot, just as you like.
But my solitude proves it's not hot enough.
*August 2006
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