Required Gasp

And his accent
was untraceable, a weird
myriad of cultures
twirling and loving
his eloquent
tongue

(that dove deep inside my cavernous mind)

And his laughter
was deep, a nearly primal
groaning of prey
submitting and soothing
his sharpened
chest

(that solidified in my cloud-induced dream)

And his breath
was light, an almost stolen
shock of contact
dizzying and wanting
our slender
world

(who knew I could take someone's breath away.)

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