Becoming One

A poem

Photo by Sebastian Unrau on Unsplash

Lie with me in the forest,

beneath the ancient myrtles who’ve witnessed

countless other lovers

entwined

cocks pulsing, pussies dripping,

limbs wrapping, hands grasping, lips locking,

embracing in the cool sweet air.

Remembering what it is

to become one.

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