She Rises Up to Heights
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
You hit her with a rose, she shivers. Stick
Her with the malest part of you, she moans.
You stroke her with that flesh, she shivers, slick.
You grind it in both hard and soft, she groans.
You ram it in both fast and slow until
She whimpers; grind it until she gasps;
You shove and thrust it in until you spill
Your manliness inside and then she grasps
It utterly within the deepness of
Her core. She grips it as creative act
Like Christ in Genesis. You call this love,
The two of you. You both feel fully whacked.
Perhaps she feels attacked but she’s the champ,
The winner with your essence in her clamp.
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