Fold

Tasting you through the bastion you set up
Need progresses farther; lightning in a slingshot
slip does just that, to the floor

yours tastes like it was waiting for mine
a cool rendition of heated cinnamon cherry soda
perfume dulled by the sweat of excitement
none of which carried the least bit of warning

Stand still let time do the walking for you
give up the rest, retreat
perhaps then we’ll spread apart
the fiction keeping us from our…

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