Waves

 

hands pressed against the glass
of the hotel balcony doors
watching the waves
as they mimic your thrusts
as you fuck me from behind
back and forth
loud and wet

when I leave
your wife arrives
and in the morning
as your holding her in your arms
you see my handprints
still lingering there

you place her hands
in the outline of mine
and show her how beautiful it is
when the tide comes in

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