
The Conveyance
Up and up
on hot air.
Hissing.
Lifting.
It felt like a secret,
hers to keep.
Flying through clouds
that clung to her skin.
Inhaling the sting of
iced ozone, she was
flushed with desire.
Felt wind all round her.
And so hesitating not,
she removed her clothes.
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