It’s been so long
Here we are
again
Every fucking time
Ignoring
the angry popping
of hot
oil
we fuck
locked together
writhing
breathlessly
on the
kitchen
floor
Gasping
for
air
all the
while
In this second
we are together
In this moment
it’s easy to remember
(us)
That feels good
and we will not
easily give it up
Smoke is filling the air
but we ignore it
favoring passion
over sense
Fingers and tongues
dart urgently over swollen clits
and slip into our
tight, wet
pussies
Next week
we’ll be moving in
We are approaching our limit
now
Fingers fucking us,
slamming into us
at unbelievable
unbearable speed
This passion
is undeniable
Next month we’ll be moving on
Right now
dinner is burning
