paul weinman
los baller
My urge is to feel you again
breasts against back
asleep to my waking
I yearn to be alone with your body
mine tingling with last night
reliving our passion
I want to feel our skin pressing
slipping in sweat
breath pulsing
our flesh filling each other's
with sensuality
Our words won't match
but I don't care
I want bodies' mix.