tagErotic PoetryAnna Makebelieve

Anna Makebelieve


She glides astride
an upbeat metronome
a pendulum swinging in tempo

Tick, tick, tick...

I breathe rain, sweet spices
orange flowers
a hint of baby powder.

She is something deeper
something sleepier,
dreams drenched in
sweat, sex; imagined and real.

It is every muscle pulled tight,
too much the tension pops
like piano wire with
toes curled. I shudder.

I arch, back over the edge,
find a scattered mother of pearl
gleaming in the dark.

Here, I think you dropped this
and no, that's not an euphemism for cum.
It's a memory of our last,
long lost reverie.

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