Can you feel it in your toes?
As I begin to rip off your clothes.
Can you, will you, say my name?
As ecstasy pushes towards some pain.
Sex, we do not make that thing called love.
No time as we take turns above.
Pushing towards what we want.
We feel it as our bodies hunt.
Taking it all in so we can be released.
I feel what you feel between the sheets.
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