Walking to the car
I can't remember how we got here
just feel you
feeling me
feeling you
And in the back we fumble
limbs long
patience short
a plethora of pleasurable positions
angles sharp and hard
until I roll over
slowly awake
alone under a soft quilt
covered in sweat
I'd swear was yours
February 4, 2021
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