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Tight
Sep 23, 2022
A squeeze of pleasure,
gripping harder than before.
An embrace of bodies,
with no space for air.
A slow crescendo,
as loud as the stars.
A ripe peach,
ready to be eaten.
A quivering entrance,
tight but wanting.
I’m not necessarily happy with this poem, but I really want to push myself to do one a day, hope there are some good parts.. I may edit and revise.
