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The hour swayed
Close against your voice
I promise to follow you
up to that edge
come, let’s jump. 
The air pulls 
luring you back in
eyes lock onto beauty
just like before
we’re here again
in love. 
The focus is stronger now
taking what I’ve missed
claiming the girl
healed palms to fists
I take her wrists
stretched on tiptoes
she crawls forward
I want this
her mouth begs. 
Centered
on curved hips
I take
my praying position
from behind
I enter 
the very place 
I guard for her. 
The sacred trance begins
hips sway
gentle 
are her movements
as eyes catch shadows
such a perfect form
I lose my place
she centers us
undoing the hours
her hands reach
taking hold
the hour stirs
she swears
this hour
will be 
our last.