Post Script: NPM: La Petite Mort (Poem 6)

Pushing.
A heavy pressure
I’ve grown accustomed to
this weight pressing
into my stomach

Heavy breathing
comes with his
excursion.

Suffocating
heat on my neck,
my brow

In a few minutes
he will look down
puckered brow
he will withdraw

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