Monday (Rated R) - Poem by Amberlee Carter
He pinned me between his hips and his couch-
knelt over enough to kiss the blade of my back,
and to lap his tongue in the stream of sweat
meandering down the xylophone of my spine-
and when he tenderly tugged at my
neatly woven ribbon of my hair, I felt
the labor of his love pulse
between my thighs until they wept
with his semen.
And afterwards, he collapsed in my lap-
and I could do nothing, but feel
his heart beating in my chest.
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