Silent picture
Moving stitches
Shrapnel surfacing
Every time I get close to you
The white noise
Gets really dark
The chorus screams
Loudest whenever I’m close to you
Moist and wet
In texture and tone
Juices flowing
Taste arriving quickest as I’m close to you
Soft velvet
Smooth silky seductive
The fabric of your being
Everything feels like it should when I’m this close to you
Lingering
A sting of fragrance
An ovation of aroma
Remain until the next time I’m close to you
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