I tug at the fabric.
L O O S E L Y .
Letting the space between:
lace and skin.
E X H A L E .
Slipping.
U N D O N E .
Her mind races.
In time for.
S I L E N C E .
Unravel.
Unraveled.
U N R A V E L I N G .
She blows October:
Into my.
P O R E S .
I tug at her lip.
She smiles:
( F O R C E F U L L Y . )
She syphons glances.
A F A R .
Eye contact met.
With.
R E S T R A I N T .
Checks.
The phone:
( N E R V O U S L Y . )
She is a thief.
Of stolen.
G L A N C E S .
Uh-
huh.
See you.
At 7pm.
( M A Y B E 8 . )
My body leans.
S U R R E N D E R I N G .
Shoulders shiver forward:
lace and strap.
F L O A T I N G .
Bare.
U N F L I N C H I N G .
Can’t stop. Can’t think.
It’s time for.
T R A N S F O R M A T I O N .
Deep.
Deeper.
D E E P E S T .
I scatter Autumn:
Over his.
N E C K .
He molded my grin.
I give myself:
( M E L T I N G . )
Pupils dilate.
N A R C O T I C A L L Y .
Eyelids flutter.
With.
C R A V E .
Checking.
My phone:
( O B S E S S I V E L Y . )
I am your.
Thief.
A R R E S T .
Ba-
by.
I’ll need.
7 racks.
( M A Y B E 8 . )
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