Move
you moveI move
we move...
you stretch
your hand
downward...
I see
stars burst
white lights...
you say
"take me"
I say "okay..."
I do
just that
taking things that aren't mine...
smoke curls
sweat drips
afterwards...
you say
"damn, girl"
I say "same, chica..."
you say
"next time?"
I say "meet me..."
I speak
without words
before you go...
leaving you
begging me
for more...
you move
I move
we move...
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