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2025-03-31
I kiss in relish anticipation
the food of his tongue
searching inside my mouth.
I touch his flat torso,
above his thrashing hips,
swallowing the passion of comprehension,
long having abandoned us.
On the hard floor, we roll,
with nary a care for objects tipping.
And past the feeling of consciousness
we lose ourselves in mutuality,
not thought possible until now.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
the food of his tongue
searching inside my mouth.
I touch his flat torso,
above his thrashing hips,
swallowing the passion of comprehension,
long having abandoned us.
On the hard floor, we roll,
with nary a care for objects tipping.
And past the feeling of consciousness
we lose ourselves in mutuality,
not thought possible until now.
COPYRIGHT © Patricia K McCarthy
