simple things

Standard

you lay your hand on my
hand and then on my
thigh when we walk
down the street
and later when i’m
asleep in your part-time
bed you kiss my feet my
calves my thighs my back
my face sweltering and feverish
you lay your whole
body on top of
mine and with one swift
move you tell me i am yours

it is in this surrender
that my delight is free

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