settled into our alcove
high above the sounds of revelry
exploring each other's anatomy
synched with the street lights
green red yellow gadgetry
our tongues write calligraphy
on pinkish fleshy upholstery
we tear all your hosiery
inappropriately
to tatters
proportionately
measured
by our all
enveloping
orgasms
we swallow the world
in a word: poetry
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