She Sees Me

I love
the way she shoves
me down on the bed.
Our heads
/

spinning,
with sweetness
between the sheets beginning.

/

For the first time
someone unbinds
my mind
and the release is sublime
as the line

/

between not close enough and too far blur.
Something inside me stirs,
awakened by her.

/

She
makes me
feel free.
At ease.
Effortlessly.As she teases

/

my body with hers,
clothes lurk
upon the barrier which irks
/

the process of lovemaking.
Forsaking
all foreplay, debating
on how to properly move forward. Painstakingly 
/

transferring  clothes from body parts to the floor, it commences
as skin finally meets skin.
The sweet sin
of the flesh. One thrust and it's in,
and it begins;

/

unwilling
to let each other escape until the act of fulfilling 
/
 has been completed for both sides.
With us both exposed, nothing hides.
/

All the scars,
all the secrets and marks,
all the shame and the walls and the dark?
alleyways of memory we both long to forget.
No regrets.
No experiments.
No rules to set.
No requirements met.

/

Nothing exists but this moment
and the atonement

/

that follows.
As we each fill each other's hollow

/

hearts,
and the parts

/

of ourselves that have been shattered,
scattered,

/

abused and warped,
twisted and morphed.

/

Yet the solidifying,
the detoxifying,

/

has never been so painless
or shameless.
/
 Her eyes
meet mine
as the lines
/
 of reality start to reappear.
She's still here
and her face shows no fear,
and I can hear 
/
 her breath harden, and her heart beat.
She's my ecstasy.
She makes me complete.

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