• Arms entangled
    Legs ensnared
    Hands clasped tightly
    Dust floats in from the ceiling fan that always hisses
    The air of stale cigarettes and lovemaking lingers in the room
    And enters slumbering nostrils
    Your soft, almost purr like breathing has me awake
    And hungering for more of your touch and old cigarettes
    Your lashes tickle my cheek
    Your tongue tastes my lips
    Three minutes awake and we're already lost
    Lusting each other like ravenous ETHIOPIAN CHILDREN