There was something almost dizzying about the closeness the warmth of her body against mine, the rhythm of our breathing falling out of sync, then finding each other again•••
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She fits
like I always knew
she would.
Chest to palm.
Hip to hand.
I don't hold her gently,
gently is for men
who aren't sure.
I'm sure.
I pull her closer
because close
isn't close enough.
There's a distance
that exists
even between bodies
pressed together.
