2007
Entangled
© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre
hip-joints sore
but I won’t begin
by complaining
$350.00 Armani suit
scattered on the floor,
but I won’t continue on
whining
the weight of your torso
between my butterfly-ed legs
your breasts resting on my steady belly
head dozing on my tender breasts
but I won’t bore you
with cum-plete details
of how I find myself
waking up to being entangled
in you…
hours later,
I stroke my index finger
beneath my nose and smell your
cuntcolognesaliva
elixir still permeating my skin
entangled in you
for days later
I find I need to ease into my seat
to keep my hips from feeling like
they’ve been on punishment
for keeping my thighs closed
cause I am so entangled
in your
swagger
and machisma and
you…
the way your breasts give your
suits a new dimension
and the way you
align yourself to my feelings
the way you stroke my cheek
just to say, I care - I’m here
I want to always wake up
to being opened and
entangled in you.










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