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Click hereIn the afterglow, your thin cotton shirt
Adheres, plastered between your breasts.
I smooth it down, soaking up our sweat.
It clings to you like second skin,
A layer our rough love has added.
We rock gently, softening into one another,
Oozing closer as our hard edges rub away.
Still surviving parts of me soaking into you,
Swimming up your estrogen stream
Like salmon returning to spawn.
Your embracing legs still snug me down.
Heavily, I sink deeper into your soil,
My semen slowly soaking your fecund earth.
Each diminishing thrust propelling us united
Ever closer to the intimate arms of death.
Author’s note: This poem was inspired by, and in answer to, the erotic imagery of “Skin Game” by Angeline. Check it out for a good read!