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“Before I see his face, his arms are on my waist, my back to his chest, his chin in my hair. Then his hands are on my stomach and I am dropping mine hold onto his while we dance back to front. When the music stops I turn around and look at him he smiles. I am wet and shivering. Before I leave the park, I fingered the bristles of the shaving brush. They are soft and warm.”

sigh

“I stroked every inch of his golden skin sucked his earlobes. I know the quality of his hair and his armpit; I fingered the dimple in his upper lip; I poured a red wine in his navel and drink it spill. There’s no place on my body his lips did not turn into bolts of lightning.”

Bitch poetry 😭