Poetry
written in 2025
Our shared world
takes root
in breath.
Eyes and fingers
reach, when allowed,
then rescind.
No use lamenting
what could
have been.
What was
was sweet
and can still
summon a
soothing damp
between my thighs.
What a surprise
to share
your space
again
my playful
brown haired
lover friend.
I wrap you
in my world
once more.
A perfect
delicious
inhale.