Bodies. That's all. Hearts. Not at all. Minds. Yes. Maybe. Bodies, minds in bodies. Mine in body.
You, visual. Exotic, enticing, supreme in all dreams, supreme in all of my dreams. Desensitize, por protección, mi amor, I adore.
Temporarily because it's all temporary anyway. Any day, everyday, is that day. Bodies, lipstick, eyelashes, cheekbones, Chins, mouths, gates to the soul.
Consent is confusing. Agency is too. As bodies grapple with one another. Yours. Mines. Property? Ownership? No. But hearts belong. And that's the problem. They don't want to give them away. So, we don't want to give it away. But, in the meantime, bodies and minds intertwine, while hearts are left behind.
