The glass was smudged
with once hot
and sticky breath
now turned stale,
the grooves
of fingerprints
stuck sloppy
small ripples
left in our passing.
I sat quiet
in the dark shadow
of blue light
laid smooth
over my pale skin,
and watched
as you uncurled
your muscular arms
one by one,
probing.
Each fleshy
pink mouth
kissing the barrier
between us.
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