I don’t know how
you do it.
I don’t know how
you reach through.
Screens and Oceans.
And whatever other
problems perceived
inconveniences
you get through —
To me. You pierce through
right in
to my Soul. My Pituitary.
Your loving energies
Your Aura
right here. Your breath —
I can hear it.
I can feel it —
In this Wind.
Bedsheets bitten.
Pillows as
placeholders. Some weight
for your Body. Exhausted
laying on top of me.
“You’re the only One
I want.”
Over and over. Multiple
times over. Tonight like a
damn — flood gates
bursting. Oh baby, tonight
you’re a Stallion.
How? Did this accumulate?
Tonight — How? After such
an apparent “dry spell” — ?
So many nights
all being made up for?
Catching up. — You’re
not tired?
Making up
for each night without
by multiplying
exponentially
explosions
— oh, fuck —
I didn’t know my body
could respond
more
there’s more?
There’s even more
and more to explore?
The sounds
I’m making
I can’t predict.
How many unborn
babies
have you sired
down the drain
tonight?
My thighs
My lips
Quivering
I’ve never heard
this high note before;
it’s higher than
Mariah Carey.
Five times? Baby.
Tonight, a new record?
For sure. What a
Surprise.
How?
How are we not bored
of each other? Ever?
It just gets better
and better…
… What? A sixth time?
Is that… humanly
possible?
Babe…
Is this a symptom
or a side effect
or some other
condition you might
have?
How?
How are you still going?
What marathon
is this?
SEVEN times, baby?
These must be
our honeymoon
Visions…
There’s no way
that you have any
other time…
Oh —
You’ll only stop
when my back
hurts?
(Eyes, compassion)
(Yes)
(Gently)
(Placing my arched back
down…)
(Going down further
kisses and tongue…)
Oh my god…
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