coupling coming up for air I gasp
as you beat into me
repeatedly, a pestle
grinding herbs into a mortor
a groin aching
as seeds scatter on sheets
subdued waves break
on my thighs, slowing the rage,
slowing, straining,
to engage a comfortable rhythm
in a battle waged
between a pillar and the depths -
only one can stand erect -
and I lay quietly
waiting for the storm to subside
for your eyes open wide
at that sigh from your lips -
all I wanted was another kiss
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