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 Billowing curtains in the night breeze,
lifting our devastating heat
 resisting touch was fuel
 to the despair of skin
The whole house was a galleon in
uncharted seas,
that wild thing lust churning white-foamed
waves
Thrashing amid dewy sheets, still clothed,
bodies in unison beat
craved  prolonging the denial
of coupling
Galloping down a blinding pleasure's path
the night was hurrying up a bright dawn-
the ruination of us all-
for we were knowingly tresspassing borders
in the name of belonging