scour

the rush of flesh,
soft reminders
of tumescent moments passed

fond of the escape
i lingered in their embrace
scouring skin,
pressing- gently, firmly
rubbing
till i’d melt again into heedlessness
one with ecstasy

anything to live there
there in that rush
of scoured flesh

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