tremble

your breath
with mine

your fingers
in mine

tremble

the illicit
heat
the catching passion

this public space
this intimate touch

tremble

your back arching
under my palm
that presses,
pushes
guides and holds

you neck
straining
under my mouth,
aching

your motions,

your cries

tremble

the flushing skin,
the nails in skin.

release

tremble

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About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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