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Sinewy
And covered w snow.
Overgrown
Plecebic
And moderate
Hot under the collar
"it's too loud in this joint"
He cursed to no one In particular
From the depths of my eardrums
To the bottom of my soul
And he was right.

Almost too tender to touch
the swollen part of her.
Rested.
Relaxed
Spent.
Barely moving.
Hardly stirring.
The exhale is all I desire to hear
Exhale.
Exhale.
Don't ever stop.