Snogging on Trains

Showered in kisses,
through cupped hands,
your tender face,
in mine,
embodied.

As within,
from beryl eyes,
you cross,
to rest inside.

I gasp,
surprised!
Your outer
and my inner,
betwixt is lodged.

An impression,
forms,
of none,
no other,
no boundary,
where neither I
begins,
nor ends!
but
one sense
engendered
Be.

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