To Tell a Tale. To Tell a Lie.

‘Aren’t your legs cold?’

Two bottles of wine later
And we’re twisting voraciously.
Hands are rushing past ears,
Past words and histories
And whole familys
With such velocity.

And then softly
Across milky inner thighs
White like the pages
Of the stories
Of our lives.

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