hard like steel
hard like real
and she never made excuses
or completely lost her way
and she never got the blues
Hell, she was the blues:
Horn-splayed
drum-scattered
liquid thighed
vibrato-laden . . .
God! What a woman,
rain-soaked
Saturday afternoon
delight, tight
right up to dangerous --
fall off a cliff
headlong travesty
juicy wet lips beckoning --
(He fell, too,
hard as a rock
deepening vee
"You can't get pregnant
on top, baby")
How fast can you go
when the end is assured?
Pubic sore
Neither one ready to
say "no more"
There was nothing more
than this falling fucking feeling
Falling!
Like a rock
Like a cock
"There's got to be more,"
she thought
And he licked her
where thought became
impossible
Contributed to dVersePoets.com
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he licked her where thought became impossible....dang man....this brought me back to the beginning to read with new eyes....great closure...
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