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We fork.cuddling violent, playful,legs like makeshift children’s weapons clashingover dinner plates of coolingvegetables.Hands bolding taking territory: kneecaps.Breasts lost to invading fingertips. WhenWe kissed that Night-I expected foil on lips/tin cradling knuckles,crashing/breaking teethBut your metalWit melted beneath my lips.Revealingsomething so soft.I’d never felt you that soft before.delicately dancing tongue/slowly movinglips, no slap of  palm on my back just themoth/ brushingwrists and fingertipson bare skin.I expected a savagecapture of my hips, insteadslowly drifting hands. I wantedto climb mountains of your shoulder blades, explore theValleys of your flesh – I crouched over you,grabbing neck and jaw, kissingwith a ferocity I’d never known.I’d never meant a kiss like that.-It wasn’t an impatient kiss watching the sunriseover college campuses,removing layers because he and I maynever see each other again. 
 
held ontoevery inch of skin, every knucklewas a story we may never hear.He is the only man to have seen my bare stomach. You – butYou are the only man to ever feel melet my guard down, it feelslike the FirstFlicker of a light bulb/the firstsip of vodka I ever took -like -Shadowsfilling the spaces between our faces.I hoped that was the first time you’d kissed like this.kissed likecotton.There was rest in your kiss.I’d only felt panic before then.-Panic in the ever-brightening sun,tearing himand Me apart/panic in the searching for clothes.I felt panic after your kiss -knowing I’d let you read the scars on my back:a web of cracked lines where I feltlet down before by him/-by you/by boysyou didn’t even know-by boys I don’t even know. You’d felt the desperationunder my tongue, my Tongue afraid of resting on a name.Yours is fast/quick - a fleetingDance on the teeth.Something safe/Easy to whisper when your fingers beganto explore the web under my shirt.
 
A name like hands -likelipslike/pornlike sex,a name built for your arms, built for my Tongue as it danced on the roof of myMouth just as yours danced with mineas I ran my fingers through your hair,as I pulled myself close to your and loweredmy body onto yours.Hips met Thighsmet Hips until Breasts and sweaters proved a blockade -keeping space between us; your Mouthunwilling to accept defeat/to accept my body holding back sucked and kissed over locks longforgotten, blew away dust from keyholes.I like to pretend I did the same with my mouthon your neck, feeling youquiver beneath me.Makes me wonder if I Unlocked something in you – something beers and other Girls Couldn’t do, something onlymy Tongue could unravel,untying the knots with my lips.This was the newest part of you.I like to pretend that was where your desperation hid/a fear. Neck and Chin with locks that only my body, hands andTongue and willing Sex could unlock.Locks that could have stayed hard/coldmetal, but my body could not acceptthe idea of yours being so -cold, when mine sohot, so ready,could not accept yours was so -stoic, hips frozen beneath mine, handsunmoving on upper backs, mouth not frantic for mine.My Body and willingSex craved your Shivers as I pulled youto me as hands crossed expanses of neck,as my Throat let forth M/oansand eyes slid shut.
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