I don't have it figured out.
I am immature. I like the heaviness
of my boobs. I still shy at the term
tits. I'd like to feel another woman's
tits. I'd like to compare. I'd like,
I want to lie side-by-side naked
with a woman and laugh and
say "look, you look like me" Discover
ourself in each other's form for the
first time.
When I walk, I look at my
surroundings, am drunk by my
surroundings. Walking with is the
most intimate encounter. We do not
promenade. We walk. Discover, race,
share.
Though stillwater flies'
droning chorus goldens each pitstop
succulently, we move. We brush,
we press, we flex flesh, we break and
grasp and clutch and gasp. we swollwe
yollwe yum we young yum we
barrel and we bone and we elbow
punt bold apart no stones thrown and
we punch space between we glom we
unhooked unarm.
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