InSex


Restless.
She walks.
The cool evening breeze dries the sweat on her brow,
But does little for the wet heat pulsing between her thighs. (134 characters)

Out of the quiet, still evening
The katydids’ song swells.
Responsively, her belly and breath draw
Inward-upward to the percussive symphony.
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