I want you to know
when I think of you
the clothes slip off
[inhibitions, too]
and my dirty mind
takes a dirty trip
making dirty stops
with imagined lips
as I dream of your smell
and the salt of your skin
and the moment when
I'd get to take you in
As my fingers of thought
feel your body drenched with sweat
This fantasy of you
leaves my brain soaking wet
~j
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