I crave that instant,
that tiny hesitation,
just before you thrust.
Just before you fuck me back,
when you’re clinging to the edge.

* * *

It’s only a flash,
a tiny sliver of time,
where neither of us,
can tell if we are living,
or if death is here to stay.

* * *

But if that is death.
If dying could be that sweet.
If that’s how it ends,
then fuck me quick, sweet lover,
lest living spoils our chances.

 * * *

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