i place two fingertips
at the dipped ridge of his wrist,
press.
capturing his pulse
alive,
undressed.
steady,
but already quickening:
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he knows i can feel it
his reaction,
my impact
nowhere to hide
under my two fingertips.
held
like my lips
at the hollow of his throat,
jaw,
corner of his mouth;
no more.

i won’t kiss him
instead i will watch him
watch
the moment i take him,
inside.
trapped
but consenting
under my two fingertips:
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