The Shadows are no longer cool.
They beat the summer sweat out of my skin.
my anticipation has intoxicated me
Im floating eagerly awaiting your presence.
You begin to dance.
Your torso gyrating above me.
The thrust in rhythms a fast pace
My breath is stolen by a unseen force
Even though we are not eating we are consuming
The moment is a irreplacable feast
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