Like Eskimos
Two bodies arched
To share warmth
Like bridges meeting
Both bending in rhythm
Sharing each other
Leaning on one another
In the cold night air
In a tent with a dozen blankets
Spread on its floor
Two loving bodies connected
Continuously in sync
Underneath layers of warmth
Bouncing
Waving
Swelling
With the tide
Making their own flames
In absence of a campfire
In the motions
And rising
And rocking
Friction stoking the heat
As she was atop him
And they were sitting connected
Bouncing, waving, swelling
With each other
Each gasp and moan
Each flash of water
And glint of summer
Warmth being generated
By two lovers having
“Eskimo sex”
And making more love
Than a tent or freezing night air
Could contain
In the moments it made
In the quiet mountains
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