I said, “Kiss me” after swim practice
and he did, my pruned nipples dissolving,
pulled back into warm, taught flesh
as he sucked them. Me, moaning softly
for release, the scent of chlorine mingling
with that of new sweat and dampness,
my chilled skin craving his warmth
even as his skin squelched against mine.
his swim trunks, tangled in a heap
around his ankles, my top refusing
to obey even as he pulled.
The knots only tightening;
clothing rejecting the hunger of humanity.
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