you flinched, and:
the shimmering grey curtain that had slowly lowered,
velvet soft,
over my pounding eyelids
ripped back and i could see you,
naked, exposed.
i could feel us naked,
exposed.
and i think of your eyelids fluttering
in time with your breath,
your lips sucking gasps in time
with each flex.
and i've ruined you now,
two missteps - the end.
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