We danced. For months on end.The tango, the waltz, even salsa’d it upAmidst the swirling shadows, intoxicated by tuneDaylight? T’was always the dark we cravedGrinding against each other – wanting, denying, no sleeping tonightHeavy breaths in sync, bass tempo till lightStaring. Breathing the other in. Intimate, strange.Enveloped, conspiring; tearing…

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