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She's my religion

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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