He pinned me between his hips and his couch- <br />knelt over enough to kiss the blade of my back, <br />and to lap his tongue in the stream of sweat <br />meandering down the xylophone of my spine- <br />and when he tenderly tugged at my <br />neatly woven ribbon of my hair, I felt <br />the labor of his love pulse <br />between my thighs until they wept <br />with his semen. <br /> <br />And afterwards, he collapsed in my lap- <br />and I could do nothing, but feel <br />his heart beating in my chest.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monday-rated-r/
