Tossed sheets,
coffee stains
and hurriedly drawn curtains
that whisper last night's
secrets to passerbyes.
-
Cigarette ash secrets that
carelessly fluttered
away from our crashing, twisting limbs
and perused the contoures
of
your
flesh
on
my
flesh.
-
Secrets that spied
in crevices
we
dented
(un)dented
(in)dented
and
(re)dented
as
we reinvented karma - oh karma
fucking
sutra.
-
Sectrets precariously
perched peeked
as we peeled,
pressed,
pushed,
pumped
and
pleaded.
Pleased.
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