Our unmade bed
Tossled sheets
Of checkered red
Clouded decisions
And a family-less clan
Thoughts of you
Crash against his whispers
Vestiges of my weakness
Echo your name
In the tangle of wet
Flesh and tongues
marry need and want
Clasped hands
Squeeze love
To dust and diamonds
My leg over warm thighs
Breast to belly
His crowned heart
Pulses in my ear
Breathless sunrise
Our reflection of blue
His search is over
For me
This passion
It's only just begun
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