SIAMESE TWIN

I want, crave, drool, shiver.

I want you Siamese, like a gastropod with its shell.
Body and home.

I want you siamese to me. In the sticky and viscous sex of bodies that stick to the sperm and saliva that dry up in a filthy rest. 
I'll wash you in the morning. 
How many times.

I want you siamese to me. In a truce of the frenzy that has the shape of a cradle.

I want you siamese to me. In the thoughts that make you laugh, while you hold my cock still in your hand and again and again, while the residues of an orgasm dripping slowly that obscures my rational sense of the possible.

Siamese, in any Barnum circus with a tent so small that it suffocates us, makes us sweat, melt until we are soaked in one another.

I want you siamese to me. Here. Where here is where I am. Adverb of place associated with the first personal person, which you and I make plural.