Borders crossed by
his heavy breathing
Fingers tangled, entangled in hair and skin
At this point I feel no death upclosing
I feel no thoughts take shape in my mind
Only the heaviness of his imagination
is breathing through my brain
Attraction from the deep within
he takes me to the end and back to
life again
Spirits rising high above the curly clouds
making me spin and twist and want
Aloud I say, what next?
And as he kisses me softly he answers
"Don't worry, tomorrow is another day."
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