i want to taste the air that you have been breathing
while we were meshed, tangled, and sweaty
my fondest memory on that blue and white checkered couch
when I felt all of you
slide into all of me
and those hours slipped away
nothing else mattered when I was in your arms
(or under your naked body)
and you whispered in my ear the greatest love story ever told
about how much you love
fucking me
🙂
Great poem.