We’re Just Girls

It’s okay
I want you, now
You don’t need a shower every time
You’re salty of pee
A few beads of toilet paper
can be pushed aside
I hope you would do the same for me
Time doesn’t exist right now
stop rushing yourself
The burn of the webbing
under my tongue is killer
But the bump that forms tomorrow
Will be a badge of honor
I would endure far worse pain
If it means you will be happy
Let your face twist and I will cradle it
If your legs don’t feel good spread eagle,
Close them and we will both still be pleased
Don’t suck your stomach,
I love how it rolls with every convulse
I know an arched back
Doesn’t feel any better than a hunched one
I’m using your reactions as a roadmap
Your body is speaking for itself
There’s no need to tell me
How good my fingers feel on your clit
Your deep grunts are more musical to me than a false, porn-perfect song
If you want a full release,
you will need to allow other full releases
A hot stream of liquid and passing of gas tells me you had a satisfying release
and for that I am pleased with myself
It’s okay, I put a towel down
I will cover you but just know
Your breasts, which have fallen to either side
are perfect
You hate that your nipples don’t stand like cherries on a sundae but your downcast nipples melt right between my fingers
when I reach around you to hold them
I rest my head on your stomach
and close my eyes
I hear your dinner moving through you
You don’t have to be perfect
We were just girls
Even when the suits are peeled
And the heels kicked off
We will always be those messy girls