The rickety racket of crickets
Scrapes against my head
On a single-sheet summer night.
A sheen of sweat on your shoulder.
Tentative fingers draw an awed sigh
As they reverently ride
The sensuous scoop of your hips.
A murmured stirring.
Hush now, don’t wake.
Don’t defile this holy moment.
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