his

this morning i am

here on the edge of peace

non-compliant

breathing in the air of spring

cool and petalsoft

thinking of him

wanting his skin against mine

whiskey warm

his breath there at my neck

his hands drifting the curves of me

his want edging up against my own

breezy

unfurling

sweetening the vine

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