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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