Slip
Deep
Inside
NowBreathe.
See..?
You.are.me
And I think back to three months
ago when I could barely fit a finger
into the hole of plenty we’ve
weaved into complete obliteration of
satisfactory deprivation
that deprived mind
of yours that wasn’t
that of mine at all until
the day you came
barefoot across the bed
body closing in
shifting through the mucky mire
of insecurities to the point it was
nearly impossible to breathe
in and out the aroma
of p***y needing the knead
to experience
what some would call dirty deeds
on top of
your husband’s sheets
that do not matter to me
except for your night time
security
in the end all i really want
is for you to remember me
my love and what we share
the secrets transposed
against the transcript of our
idiosyncrasies
swimming in between
our tasty heap
deep and ardent penetrating
beneath those sheets
inside of the you and i that has
become we
the listless Sheppard’s sheep