fondest memory

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

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