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Dried Up River Bed.

touching soft skin,
a dance of tongues,
playful teeth, rain of sweat
and the release,
that temporary

Feel the rush
washing me away.
Grown so dirty inside.

Back to the animal,
primal rhythm
grows to a peak
give the soul an exhale.

The warmth of bodies,
the depth of eyes,
freedom found between
the sheets

it fades
like the dried up riverbed
of a wet dream.

Seems like forever and a day.

Aching starvation
hijacks mind and body,
eroding my will
until I become one
with the need,

fall into
the hardwired trap,
held hostage
by biology.


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