Wet feet

CJ Sommerfeld
Staff Writer

candle’s quivering flame embodies
conversation

brazen

Brahms and Liszt on their knees
smothering their preservation

a bookshelf of expertise

does the candle’s illumination
tease?

I forgot that we were supposed to fuck
my thighs chafe yours of hair

I dont know you does not obstruct

lust

took acid in pairs

now youre begging yourself to not erupt
music of the spheres

my mouth you cupped

cum smeared

was it rushed?

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downstairs:

your roommate took two tabs and disappeared
couldn't hear the moans crude and robust

A bent record souvenir

persistently he cussed, flushed

youre a mutineer

disposition, clutched

will the link persevere?

toes dipped in
an attempt to cohere