Sexual Poetry ~ Laid in the Movement

A look.
Your eyes

Gazing up.
Begging.

Your motions, mine.
Tell me your stories.
Lies laid in the moment.

Bodies attuned to one purpose.
A universe rendered meaningless.

They.
Are.
Singularity.

Machine’s gears pumping.

No beginning.
No end.

Finish/Start: Irrelevant.

Only movement matters now.

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