Poem 15 of 30

You run your tongue across my teeth while tugging the hair between my legs.

Your moans vibrate the inside of my mouth as I pull your hips

Closer

Closer

Towards me.

In this moment there is no talk of the hard things spoken earlier.

Or the ways your face folded itself into disappointment and anger.

Here in sex

I do not hide my crying.

Here in sex

Your generosity is limitless.

I like me.

You like me.

And the gift of each other

This way

Is all that matters.

© 2018 by Miya Upshur Williams

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