Fleeting

Your head
resting still
upon my chest

dark brown hair
freshly washed
now dry
baby chick fuzz
against my fingertips

a hand
coarse
rough
gentle touch to
my arm

this moment
coming
and
already
vanishing

our bodies
tangled limbs
half open
lusting mouths

the pulsing
breathing
rhythm
of
this
fleeting
final
fuck

until the
next time

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