Maps

Nov 14, 2021

My breathing ,

Laboured

As you move your hands down me

In a way

Which has me weeping

Like a puppy

Your perfect hands

Exploring like a map.

Where will we land today?

You're the pilot

Of this experimental airplane

And I'm the passenger

Riding

First class

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