Young Wild Hearts

I want a weekend of

smoke clouds, strong

flesh, and lust

Wild thoughts

between young

wild hearts

And desire, that rampant

fire roars deeper

in the twenty-something gut

With newness,

nervousness, fear

and hunger

A hunger for all things now

I want the weekend

with desire, unplanned positions

Sturdy knees and stronger

flesh. Passions on top

of passions on top of me

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