Sex shapes the body,
juice shapes the mind.
I curse myself because I can’t sleep, just when I’m with him.
The temperature has changed, the cold snap moves between us,
hanging gauzy in the air.
“I’m sorry, I’m nervous,” he said.
“Me, too.”
Rap music played.
He kisses me and I nod out and when I wake up all I want is
more.
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