Shanika, on a quiet night

There are only three distinguishable sounds
Against the stillness of night;
Against the pounding of hearts:

You catching your breath as I
Ram in hard, and the
Flap of thigh hitting the flesh of your thigh.
Then, the night creatures piercing the night, outside.

Just those three sounds,
And around my throat, like two coils,
Your arms hang tight, and I dance
Deep into you, and we to the deep of the night.



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