Our limbs
flail and
stretch
the
membranes
of these
crowded
corporeal
cocoons.
Our bodies
are pressed
breast to
breast,
antennae-arms
entwined.
We grapple,
feeling each
slick
segment
as we complete
this courtship
of devotion.
Our teeth
scrape in
gentle
gnashings,
our tongues
coiled together,
our legs
lashed, a
True Lover’s
Knot.
We are
a nighttime
creature
but full of
luscious
blushing colors,
we are
warm and vital,
a
pulsing,
fluttering
heart that
seeks the
sticky core
of this fleshy
conflagration.
Our breath
is ablaze as
we
trade it
from mouth
to scorching
mouth
to abdomen
to sparking
hearts
and then
beyond,
rapture bound.
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