It’s that first

kiss, hungry for

his mouth and

everything south

 

My little furnace

bodies intersect

each time feels

better yet

 

He knows where

I want his hands to

roam, his chest

my home

 

 

Joy explosions

radiating waves

of happiness from

head to feet

 

Not knowing when

we’ll meet again,

I’ll miss you

till then.

¿Pensamientos? (thoughts)

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