Morning musings

I love to wear your clothes
and let us blend between the folds.

Sweat sweet on sleeves,
Sun seeps,
twisted threads weep.
A lazy haze abounds, freed.

Your skin flush with mine.
Cheeks pinked like wine
Left blushing, hot,
Soft hands on thighs.

Yours/mine/ours;
Borders swaddled in time.

I love to wear your clothes.

Where fabric ends,
Minds intertwine.

 

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