Voracious

A meeting of skins, a copulating of pores.
We lusted for each other’s sweat,
and drank from our lips.
Holding our hearts in the apple of our eyes.
But our appetites were ravenous.
The morning greeted us dry, barely moving.
Satiated, for now.

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