There was
a gentle buzz from head to toe
when I heard your voice when I felt your
arms around me
It was at once more than lust and less than love
of a different sort

I don’t remember if the day was hot and the night was cool
or the other way around
or neither

There was no stopping it even had we wanted to
and neither of us wanted to

In trying to think of some kind of profound natural metaphor
for our fucking the best I can come up with is

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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