shot of joy, implicit and accomplice, 15.03.2019

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Drunk. Dizzy. Displaced. Remembering your smell nested in mine. A spasm. A shiver. A shake. Your tongue parading round my neck, your hand caressing my hair. A feral grin. An endless sigh. A divine hard on. Wanting to kiss. To get drunk in the green of your eyes sustaining me into the next wave. I look at you. I crash into your warm shores. I'm adrift. I miss you. I seek you.