Sandra (mtaiilauren) wrote in venusdesires,
Sandra
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Entangled

hip-joints sore
but I won’t begin
by complaining

$350.00 Armani suit
scattered on the floor,
but I won’t continue on
whining

the weight of your torso
between my butterfly-ed legs
your breasts resting on my steady belly
head dozing on my tender breasts

but I won’t bore you
with cum-plete details
of how I find myself

waking up to being entangled
in you

… hours later, I stroke my index finger
beneath my nose and smell your
cuntcolognesaliva
elixir still permeating my skin

entangled in you

for days later
I find I need to ease into my seat
to keep my hips from feeling like
they’ve been on punishment
for keeping my thighs closed

cause I am so entangled
in your

swagger
and machisma and
you…

the way your breasts give your
suits a new dimension

and the way you
align yourself to my feelings

the way you stroke my cheek
just to say, I care - I’m here

I want to always wake up
to being opened
and
entangled in you.

© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre
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