Heals up,
knees bent
stare at him from behind closed eyelids
with your palms out
just balance in his grasp
on the tight rope of pure ectasy
falling into oblivion on his chest

and

Change positions now-
heals behind your head
knees weak and
left to equate
his touch into
something electric
or rendered to a mess
a mess
on his sheets
as he turns to you
and smiles meakly
like he just bruised
your innocence
and you don't mind
The marks he's left
are more colorful than black and blue
as theyre strewn across your neck

and you

Need to feel him one last time
in the deepest folds of the
longest nights
so its down on all fours
with your hands pulling out the grass
blade by blade
as he takes you in the...

and its done.

Better than you expected
as it keeps
getting more and more
tempting
to sucumb to his biting lip
and postion yourself exactly where he wants you,
his little contortionist.