Heat

Breath reaching darkened corners
In slow dead moving folds
Bodies laced, slickened in turn
Through time and pace, faster.
Anticipation prickled through us from the carpet
Rising like moss coloured sweat
Toes curling, palms are racing and
Teeth bite down smooth skin.
She was nearest, never was quite the same
Edited and unpicked.
Time was still and pink blood rose through.
He left her under wraps.
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