You slithered next to me and
slowly caressed the curvature
of my shoulder with the ripples of your fingertips.
I never knew you could laugh
so hard.
I watched as you peel the
fabric over your dulled brass
buttons to reveal the intensity of hidden colors.
I never knew your backpack
had so many pens.
We both giggled as each
layer of sweaty, pulpous, rubber-like
texture revealed itself from under the strained fabric.
I never knew that cake
batter made such weird noises.
Our heart beats slowly
gained intensity as your exhales
moved closer and closer to the poison leaving my lips.
I never knew a Sunday run
could exhaust me so much.
You asked if I would want to
join you in any after-hours fun
filled with passion, bliss, and insurmountable pleasure.
You never knew I was ace.
You never knew I was ace.
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