“The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.”
– Montaigne, Essais
I built my house from lust;
From that moment
Before skin touches skin
When my hand hovers
Above
Her curving thigh –
That moment
When lips pause, part,
And gasped breath
Passes from one to the other –
That moment
That fraction of time
Before he slips himself
between my legs.
I built my house of lust;
Of cravings, heat, and sweat
Of almost,
Moments,
Heartbeats.
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