The moment

The moment

The moment

No make-up.
No sunshine.

My hair like the waves
of a rough sea.

Sweet sour.
Sweat saliva.

My t-shirt
smells of
three days sleep.
My hands
smell of nothing
but you.

I want to
carry you with me.
Fill every place
with your scent.

I take of my shirt.
My body glows.

Over my shoulders
my chest
between my legs.

A memento
down the drain.

Morning,
lover.


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