Crumble

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No instruction booklet.
Fumbling in darkness, awkward
like thirty something year old babes
listening for the knowing click
of the child proof lids.

A little adrenaline perhaps?
our hands found each other
caressed, explored
strange, estranged
strangely shy without
urge of teenage hormones
driving.

Entice,
slowly inhaling
wafts of warm
citrus skin
heart rages
breath ceases

Lips crease

Crumble

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