Once.

Her pale skin glowed in the light from my monitor

and I wanted nothing more

than to dig myself down inside her,

hold her close, and feel her murmur.

I felt her grow wetter under my touch,

and the things I wanted to do

had nothing to do

with who we were in the daylight.

I didn’t want to fuck her;

I wanted to make love to her,

again, and again, and again.

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