HER

My mouth bit into her.
This can’t be right.
But the way her body lay there.
Her femininity grabbed my face.
She demanded it.
This wasn’t right.
But I demanded it.
And she smiled.
My mouth.
And her lying there.
My fingers outlining
Her breast.
The nipple,
Dark and requesting.
My mouth.
And I feel the steam lifting her.
She was burning
And I felt between her.
Burning.
My fingers lit on fire.
Lakes and puddles
Were made of this.
The universe made of this.
God made of this.
— Cam Ie

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