when i mount you

when i mount you
i am no longer flesh and bone
but swallowed whole into the heat of you
quiver and ache as you fill me
like spun molten glass on my insides

and so when soft voices die
i lie with these thoughts wrapped around me

          i will spend my remaining days in your bed
and we will be made into a story of song

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