heavy rain pounds on the roof above,
drumming a beat that leads their dance
in all its intricacies and twists and poses,
they find that no music is necessary
taking a breath in, inhaling his cologne
she tells herself to be calm, quiet
while everything inside of her says
fuck that shit
straining to make sure that no sound
slips out of her while he slips in,
she attempts to keep her thoughts at bay
but they are no match for him
dripping down the back of her neck
hot sweat reaches out to him,
creating a tenuous connection between
their two bodies that nothing can break
nails raking down his back, pulling him closer
until there is no space at all left for jesus,
she whispers in his ear
so close and yet so far.
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