It’s the feeling I miss the most
the vulnerability of
earthquake and rain
combining
tingles on raw skin
goosebumps on couches
wet panties and firm
cock to keep us inside
but the cigarettes always
drew us out. Remember
the cigarettes on your
porch? The trees watched
while darkness took
our smoke, our lust,
or lungs, our liquids
We fucked
right there in the dirt.
Animals.
It’s the feeling I miss the most
the vulnerability of
earthquake and rain
combining
the animals inside us
not caring
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