April 7, 2012
Post Script #oneaday, La Petite Mort, National Poetry Month, Poem 6, Poetry, Post Script 1 Comment
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
April 2, 2012
Post Script #oneaday, All the World's a Stage, April Spray, Freedom, From My Lips to Your Heart, Haven, He says he loves me, I will never hold you, If Only, IselaRose, La Petite Mort, love, National Poetry Month, Navy Roses, Poetry, Post Script, Rebirth, Squishy, writing Leave a comment
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