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I wake to the wet of your
tongue licking me long. When
I am ready, you climb me,
your shoulders hunched above
your strained and standing arms,
your nipples hovering
like bulging alien eyes.
Later, as the cool air
glides our glistening bellies,
you ask: How many times
has it been? A thousand? More?
I tell you I don’t know, either,
and you nod motionlessly,
nesting your cheek against my chest.
Soon, your breathing slows
and deepens. You slip from me,
sliding down to the sweating sheet.
And, just before I blanket us,
I see you as you were a thousand
times ago—your legs are shy,
yet they open wide for me.
- David Meuel
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