Pornography
The graphitti of your sprawled out body.
Rising pressure.
My heart beats faster, my central nervous systems revolts.
A frosty speckled screen my mind.
The mols of serotonin released in pumping action driven by a silky god.
Velveteen touches, kisses zephyr.
I swim upon the wind.
Pornography made in twilight and dawn.
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