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Nighttime and I can do nothing save think of you
I think of your cotton tees
The lightly mauve and the red and green ones
the lighting in your room
Which was white then changed to a warm tone
The transition in your clothing
From warm sweats to night shorts
and sometimes in your denims
But mostly you were naked
Sitting on a chair that once broke
and another you thought might break,
But didn't
I think of all those nights
Over 200 of them when we did nothing
Except love each other repeatedly
Witnessed the floodgates open
when we finally eroded our every guard
and saw us amalgamate
into a wanton mush of mutual depravity
of pleasurable perversions
our congenial kinks
darling,
how I love thee.