For a racing heartbeat you lay languid
Thigh draped over thigh first sex for the first time.
I am startled
when you flee across my tiny room
cover your nakedness
hold clothing between us
I meant no invasion
when I reach out to hold you for a moment longer.
It would be
nice to hold you
kiss again without needing to rise again…
a seemingly small intimacy after petting, licking, kissing face to face
sexual penetration, fucking
my compliant cock in your mouth kiss my voice
with your genitals rub cheeks with soft dark downy red hair
you built up to orgasm
trembling step after shivering step strained your body
reached the moment
eyes closed against invading light a bare bulb
hangs from the ceiling lips drawn over my flesh
blood darkened nipples enlarge pucker in the heat
rising from inside you.
then you want me now, urgent
stuff my cock up inside you distend your opening
build up arched back
steely legs orb my shoulders
fingernails leave crimson marks on my butt you pull, drive me ever deeper
you totally open your frame to me, contort your pelvis to meet
thrust after thrust until I come expel my fluids
submerge your womb
with violence almost matching intensity of the instant before banish me from your body
flee the sweaty mingling of our souls abruptly, I am
more empty than before making love.
You have taken even more than just
a continuing physical embrace.
I reach toward you
urge you to come back to bed, climb beneath the covers clasp me against you
linger in flesh memories
find comfort in the joining of our bodies an act of association
instead of penetration
but you wrap yourself in a checkered shirt
slip down the hallway
to the rooming house bathroom take a shower
the ebbing scents of love
bolt the door
against invasion as you shower
then if you indeed wanted me or just to prove something
Are you the same woman
who stands at the altar with me and promises me forever?
following church in the bathroom
you look at yourself in the mirror.
You don’t know I watch you,
with mixed emotions
at the scowl in your eyes:
you flick away false eyelashes, undo the clasp
of your wedding dress.
the binding you loosen –
it is the dress, or the wedding itself?
are adoring looks
across the reception hall during my Toast to the Bride as pretended as your face?
more than I can express mere words “I love you” chill my heart
when I realize
we are now attached together