In the Heat
The water glass on the nightstand may go flying. I may knock a good many pastries off the counter with stray ankles and knees should the situation arise, though in the morning Ill be apt to pick them up and hope their wrapping held. Well need breakfast, well need our energy. Im none too keen to cook when we can be kneading in different ways.
Ill be spread open like a collectors edition, a volume to be devoured.
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