It can be beautiful
even on cool nights
when eyes are wide and foreheads damp
with sweat and lust and longing.
We are beautiful
together in the light of morning
when our hands have settled to shaking
and we are simple again.
It can be beautiful
even on cool nights
when eyes are wide and foreheads damp
with sweat and lust and longing.
We are beautiful
together in the light of morning
when our hands have settled to shaking
and we are simple again.
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