it’s the memories
of anticipation
the tease of the coming attractions
that i think of today
the scent of breakfast wafting through the hallways
and foreplay
christmas eve and
the lick of the bottom lip before a kiss
the build up
before the let down
the memories never quite stack up
compared to the excitement of creating them
so let’s fumble in the dark
but leave our clothes on
and this way come morning
you’ll stay
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