Sweat
I want a man to sweat
Diesel bleeding from his pores
Knuckles curling on the floor
All the way to bed
Then, collar a fist tight round my neck
To show how he could squeeze my breath
But all the while below, instead
He enters gently
Riding slowly
Building with me
Deep and wet
With fingers trailing down my skin
And as the storm begins within
Its rolling rips us both to shreds
We grasp and groan and grapple
Spent, collapse against each others’ breast.
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