Old apartment

I once made love to an old friend in an abandoned apartment

We exchanged souls before a crowd of dust, cobwebs and mildew

She reached out for the window pane and wouldn’t let go

I felt the warmth of her essence with each thrust

We danced to the sound of our flesh pressed against one another

She let out a blissful moan as I became weak-kneed

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