And One Again

In the feathered skin-to-skin embrace of touching hands, the whispered clasp of fingers slipping through fingers, palms meeting pressing, then the ache of hungry hearts seeking soul-to-soul closeness, taste-on-taste breathing in of animal smells, all the depth, all the warmth.

And there now, the lips touching breast to chest to breast to chest, words like dreams pumped into flowing air from ear to ear, the rain rhythmic off a half -closed window finds deeper things, peels back dreams barely dared and hungrily hoped for, a starvation quenched, finally, tears now mingling.

All is one and joy and one again.



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