cuddled privately to bare chest
snuggled secretly to pulsing neck
turning this dour down day into
something warm and pleasant
the evening is raw skin and
a winking sun sneaking away
the night is hands and lips and
whispers that crawl from tongues
we fold our morals neatly pressed
and stack them in the bottom drawer
introducing wicked wild and uncouth
in ceremony without etiquettes due
(Image from doghouseempire.com)
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