Shimmer
I make love to you
watching your head
tossed back hard
against the pillow
hanging off the bed
I watch your stomach
contract, move, shimmer
in the summer afternoon light
as my fingers
grab the flesh
of your sides
I hear you gasp hard
as you come all over
me, your liquid honey
running down the
insides of your thighs
You cry and tell me--
I have your baby
inside me now
and my heart fills
with love
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