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Separate Worlds Now Joined
Two dark mounds of tissue touch down lightly warming my chest
The weight of a firm trunk presses down over my gasp for breath
Fingers toy underneath me as the dark trunk rises then falls again
Her kind smile and wet heat says our separate worlds are joined
Her hips celebrate my arrival with an ancient dance passed down
None more artfully done than my black ballerina’s innocent writhing
We share in the sacraments that bring life, grace, and pleasure
Ah, the mutual pleasure!
I cup her face now and touch the wide edges of her nose
This is not the narrow ridge I know, but firmer and fuller
My hands feel familiar puffs of hot air as she bounces above me
I lean up to kiss her sweat-beaded forehead glistening in the evening light
From worlds apart, we found a common language
I stumbled earlier saying, “kufanya ngono” in Swahili,
“Have sex?” I said
She laughed, then smiled
My halted speech was all that broke our silence, but it was enough
The weight of a firm trunk presses down over my gasp for breath
Fingers toy underneath me as the dark trunk rises then falls again
Her kind smile and wet heat says our separate worlds are joined
Her hips celebrate my arrival with an ancient dance passed down
None more artfully done than my black ballerina’s innocent writhing
We share in the sacraments that bring life, grace, and pleasure
Ah, the mutual pleasure!
I cup her face now and touch the wide edges of her nose
This is not the narrow ridge I know, but firmer and fuller
My hands feel familiar puffs of hot air as she bounces above me
I lean up to kiss her sweat-beaded forehead glistening in the evening light
From worlds apart, we found a common language
I stumbled earlier saying, “kufanya ngono” in Swahili,
“Have sex?” I said
She laughed, then smiled
My halted speech was all that broke our silence, but it was enough
Published 27th Feb 2021
| Edited 28th Feb 2021
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