I study your skin as it meets mine: yours – calloused, dark, and searching, my own – light and expectant. Pressed together, we become one flesh, glued by sweat and propelled by energy, our contents binding together. We are synthesis in motion, visceral and changeable, our properties exploding upon impact. In your arms, I slip…

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