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Science Fiction/Double Feature II

A blur of legs, lips, and chests
spin around me.
One fluid movement,
and the moment is lost,
and found again.
Hands gripping hair,
trailing down bare skin,
caressing gently.
Lips on necks,
gasps for strained breaths.
Collapsing onto the couch,
breathing
as one collective
group.

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