incubus/

fingers
tracing that
place between
waistline and skin
lips liquid fire
against 
your neck
swallowing sweet, sweet
sighs

midday edge of heaven/

yard machines
invading
midday slumber bliss
under a veil of sheets
do you really
need to leave?
asked with a pout

you ponder
finger
mocktapping
on cheek
i think i have time
you say
a smile
a fey wink

crawling under
kissing hip, then thigh

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