(I just got back from Bikram and my body feels delish. So here's a sexy one. Consider who is speaking. Does it matter that the narrator's gender is ambiguous? Do you feel like you can tell? And how about if you consider her description of love. Can it be non-sexual? Should it be? Let it linger...)
My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the branches
and if the night falls without announcement
there are the pleasures of winter
sudden, wild and delicate your fingers
exact my tongue exact at the same moment
stopping to laugh at a joke
my love hot on your scent on the cusp of winter
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