setting the scene
for pale breasts released skyward
bitten red
and his body, thrusting forth
dangerously
between the metal teeth of his zipper
waiting
for her mouth,
his hands tangled in her hair,
like seaweed in the branches,
pressing her inward
as she drains his salt across her tongue.
where else
but atop the driftwood,
there in the gentle rain.
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