Precipitation​

Our chests heaving in rhythm,
windows steaming with the heat of our decision,
my legs still shaking from her womanly wisdom,
such a vixen…impossible to envision.

Finally gathering a breath I asked,
“Do you trust me now, in light of our endeavor?”

With a side glance, she said,
“No. Not now…not ever.”

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