past the talking
the smiles the flirting
the trivialties
just get to the point
her undressed
not even in the sack
her going on me
her chest on me
my hands in her hair
on her lips her neck
the lines of her stomach
on my knees
hands tight on that
curve
between
her hips
&
back
facing her
pulling me in
pull me up
rubbing against her ribs
standing pushing
put me inside her
with her hand
grind into her
holding
look everywhere
her jaw her cheek
her collarbone
her neck her shoulder
her breath her breast
pressed against me
the globe of it
being there in there
in the room in her
in the moment
and that’s it
just to be inside
someone someplace
some warm mystery
that wants me
as much as I
want it to.