As we lay in cold on leather
On skin through clothes that
Will leather with age - tears
Fall and whimpers emerge
From dried lips from kissing -
Sucking the love out through
The orifice that speaks us
Into existence - spoke us, asked
Only a few weeks back to make
It official - officially lustful,
Carnal, in the back seat of a
German engineered auto-
Mobile only so long as the
Limbs don't go numb -
Revived by little rivulets of
Gravity yanked bombs of salty
Water from the tear ducts at
The corner of the eyes.
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