IN THE LUST-BOX

cocooned in the darkness
she waits for the rushing
snap of your strap
for your fingers to find
her plump squiggle
you rub yourself on her red-cloud
mouth & make it last and last
until she is just
one flooding sea of joy
and muscle and you are breathing the same breath rubbing her
faster and faster



�2005 by Tasha Klein


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