
your
breath,
hot and heavy,
haloes my ear canal.
your
hot
touch sends
my flesh to flutter
in silent shivers
of anticipation,
the
emancipation
for ejaculation
following
cosmic
cop-
u-
l
a
t
i
o
n
.
what’s that, friend?—
come again?
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Wait. What?!? collection.
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