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no other summer night as vivid

drift away as the dark is escaping

when rigid source unveils

and rises over the edge of morning

return to solid form

warm and wet mouths
whispers in the silence

longing for access
to soaked, tight essence

tantalizing place unfold in the dawn

words merge entwined into lustful ecstasy
a scramble for stimulus

and the mist clings to you with damp desire

bodies mesh and inspire
on cloud nine with eyes locked

when we would feel for each other

in the sweetness that we surreptitiously oblige
to declare, in one chronicle, the same dream, as two lovers moan
grunt and groan, waking to a new day eager to do the balancing

fittingly, these are those times in my memory