The first spark of his lips
set vapours exploding
in her head,
soft slip of fingers
down shiny skin
set stomach spinning,
the cogs of reason
chattering uncontrolled.
That thrust
into the hot dark pool
perspiration oiling
all their movements,
flying up, compressed
into a final gasp.
Moment of exhaustion
hovering at the
top dead centre,
gulp of fresh air
fuelling them on again,
again …

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