Tuesdays

Each Tuesday
and every other
day
I open myself
to him
until he's compelled
to place his hands
over the petals
that blossom
for him.

It's the place
in which we
feel
one anothers heartbeat
pulsating
upon the threshold
orgasmic bliss
as we traverse
the patterns
of a love that
anchors
and
soothes until I'm
swollen and sore
and
aching
drippingly
for more of him
plunging
in the depths
of me.