To My Lover: Lust (in Middle Age)

Matthew Spira
Nov 5 · 1 min read
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Can you
feel
my hunger
for you?
So what
if our bodies
aren’t
the hard bodies
of our youth?
Fuck it.

Your squishy body
my squishy body
squishing together
joyous
unashamed
unfettered
fucking.

Your desire
meeting
my need
for you.

— Matthew Spira © 2020

Matthew Spira

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