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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