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~~ ANNA ANDUGO ~~

Le Petit Mort (The Little Death)

last night I dreamt we were

       making love in the rain.

i was gushing like heaven

       then started to touch myself

every time you touch me, I tremble

every time you hold me, I quiver

every time you go inside of me,

       i pour like the rain

reaching for the skies,

       grasping

       gasping

       breathing

 

holding on till the last

       ounce of my strength.

       till I die the little death.

 

but then I stopped.

because, again I want to start with you.

© anna andugo