He Walks Between Her Legs

between her legs
he walks through her
she is sleepy
he is bored
she is ready
he is crazy
what you cannot see
and hear later
is the pointing of his finger
to her face
she curses him
she cries
he apologizes later
and then the usual embrace
the kiss
and soft whispers
and then he goes inside her
she groans
he fits
in her open.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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