she's

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she's hotter than a thousand suns
he's a solar flare tornado

their bodies slam against
the closet wall
biting other's soft necks
sliding into each other

hot rhythmic motions
purple grape panther
morphing into lava lamp
blobs

rotating doors,
throbbing red
curtains
ENTRANCE, EXIT,
ENTRANCE
OH.

hotter than a thousand suns
solar flare tornado
they come
for a moment
they are Eternity

then both sweaty
meatbags again

...sounds unscrumptious,
but you should've
seen the smiles
on those sleepy embers

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