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

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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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Post Script: National Poetry Month 2012: 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge

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Poem 1: If Only

Poem 2: Squishy

Poem 3: IselaRose

Poem 4: April Spray

Poem 5: I Will Never Hold You

Poem 6: La Petite Mort

Poem 7: Navy Roses

Poem 8: From My Lips to Your Heart

Poem 9:

Poem 10:

Poem 11:

Poem 12

Poem 13:

Poem 14: All the World’s a Stage

Poem 15: Freedom

Poem 16: Rebirth

Poem 17:

Poem 18:

Poem 19:

Poem 20:

Poem 21:

Poem 22:

Poem 23:

Poem 24: Haven

Poem 25:

Poem 26:

Poem 27:

Poem 28: He says he loves me

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