Monday, October 24, 2011

Unwilling ★★★★

He likes the marks
dark and red against his pale skin
proof of my passage through his space
across his body

They remain much longer than I do

Not that I wish
to ever exit his embrace
remove myself from him

from the quickening in my chest
the catches of breath
the taste of his lips
from the feelings that overwhelm
and envelop

I watch his eyes
as he watches mine
through the pale fluttering of his lashes
and the low light

I watch his body move, flex, curl
stir, tighten, relax
shift against mine

And I watch the emotions
that cross his features
as he regards me in the same

as I stay
as I lay beside him
and eventually
as I go

from him

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