Prodding
You touch my lips
with your fingers
keep silent
you whisper
let me listen
to the crickets’ song
don’t let
the night’s remorse
come and disrupt
our silky whispers
nor our fiery
coupling under
the satin bed sheet
let this momentary
rhyming couplet
mimic our softest moaning

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