All, of the time, spent with you, is rising out of her belly into her eyes, into her pillow...following her to the toilet, to her socks, off her bra, taking her ring off.
Heat rises, new force, the force, sloped eyes (that means downward) large arms (hold her tighter, tight, meaning no space in between, for once!)
Ride is the heat, in a motor vehicle. Arms wrapping around her, and his belly.
Smelling the neck and the pits, and watching him hold his hands the way he did.
Heat rises when she thinks of him, a particular shared madness and same food group, he eats her, she eats him too.
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