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I can guess your approximate
by body lines invisibly radiating
touching receptors matching me
so that passionately I react to the chemistry

~Turn it off, man

Bubbling of spirit keeps seeping
from my eyes and somewhere lower
Uncontrollable desires to get to know you
:::In a meadow:::
:::On the ground:::
upon the leather of your jacket
chivalrously tossed down

I can be demure
but I'm pretty sure salt licks
weren't referring to this pica craving
:::to ingest of your manliness:::
with torrential rains pouring down
in thunderous surround
as I become unwound

~keep it up, man

haunting my mind with wanton images
up close, one hand down, on the line of scrimmage
you fighting to get in this
with me tackled on my back
feinting - knowing you're taking that
...liking the fumble

eyes speaking reasons:
needing to take what's freely given
give back what was needing taking
making love in frenzied syncopation

proximity removing mystery
my desire wafting on breath expelled
your Adam rising,
a 'tell'
giving hands away

I say....

...you'll play