• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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In it together

The warm clutch of her thighs had faded,
I sensed a slow sour on her skin.

I was gentle with my tongue when I muzzled into
the remembered cup of her hand.

I had watched the melt on her bones.

I knew as she made the long climb to the bed
of my back

but I was created to carry
and I will carry as far as she needs me to go.