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Beside you

in the haze of orange-sliced morning sun

I am strong

beside you

outlining the blue collar muscles

that ride in waves

beneath your pale

virgin-to-me

devil-could-care skin

…and I lose the breathe I had been saving

to wish you a good morning,

the vision of wanting to be absorbed and loved by you

like we have been

at least until I can get over

this

sucking your nipple

feeling your hip bone

filling my palms full

of ass/breast/yummy strong back -ness

that I have made myself addicted to.

At least until I hit bottom and tire

of chasing the dragon

behind your hazel

-tell-me-what-you-really-want eyes

that bring me home

while impaling my sensibilities to

whimpered orgasms

that I cannot live with or with out

Beside you,

as you quietly breathe

the your sweat/my sweat

post coital aroma in these Martha Stewart sheets

I am strong

if only because you elevate

this body to what I know is Goddess status

in what you know is Goddess truth…

and as I lay here

contemplating the expansion of

our universe,

I have to remind myself that as my addiction

you won’t voluntarily let me go

you won’t voluntarily

cease to want to be the reason my

body stretches and begs

for more of the pleasured pain you know how to give me,

so well.

Because, beside you

in this post-dawn sun

I am stronger,

than you could ever want me to be

curling my legs around your waist

I am…

making your hairs stand on end from my kisses

I am…

keeping you silently begging to bury your

woes on the mound of my belly

I am…

stronger than any addiction you have become to me.

© 2003 Sandra