-It’s done like this- she says
as she bends down,
folds and finally rests
on her knees before me and
you snap the silence with
the catch of your breath.
-Watch, just like this- her tongue
a blade that splits my slash and
presses flat against my pearl,
your moans her mouth’s metronome.
The quiet standstill screams
as I thrust my hips forward, her
making no movement save the ceaseless
force I slowly grind my way through,
my gasps filling our ears like a flood.
Our hands plow deep furrows now
through her head while your steady
slap-stroking readies the seed
we will plant there.