I’m in desperate need of passion.
The heat that peels skin away from flesh.
The scent that has me intoxicated to delirium.
The stale air that escapes my soul with the arrival of new life.
Arched backs, 
nail digs, 
and intertwined legs and tongues.
Lip patterns left behind on sweaty bodies that tell stories of our self respect being left behind.
Fuck me.
Forget me.

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