the start of a roller coaster is always exciting
how he slides his hands up her thighs and makes her feel like she’s gliding
the coaster is making its way up
she tells him she can’t get enough

point of no return
the coaster shoots down into the tunnel
the passengers feel the insides with their hands up

at this point
they’ve reached terminal velocity
her skin was the canvas, painted with red, blues, purples, and
his skin was a river, from the trek to Mount Everest.

her pupils were but black holes
that sucked him in
and spit him back out
creating a new galaxy

the ride is nearing its end
they both have butterflies in their stomachs
they leave the ride as friends
but know there is no other coaster that can make them plummet


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