By Liva Biehl Bruzelius
you are inside me
we are in skin contact
it says slap every time we bump
my skin makes folds
I didn't think it could at all
lies on the back
you are over me
my breasts are splayed out and look like
two mirror eggs
you undressed me
pulled my shirt over my head
your hand is for my mouth
a pacifier with skin flavor
two playmates
I'm flat out
on your prewashed sheet
all my limbs
just got an extra 6cm in diameter
your wet lips on my neck
I am not present
just lying there thinking about the formula to
calculate the diameter
on my bouncy body
you slide down towards my abdomen
your sweets are fast
heat
my moans sound like someone else's
you hold my hips
my hips with bumpy skin
remove your hands I say
without sound
my
breasts
hangs and jumps
my nipples are soft and spongy
your hand is holding my stomach now
is it a handle?
where is the key
I will lock you out
I'm not wet at all
intense heating
breathless heart
we mix sweat
you moan
I groan along
playing naughty
and functional
now I'm sitting on top of you
am i too heavy can you get air
how do you give first aid?
we're messing around
you come
the pulse drops
no hot red cheeks
or orgasm
to me
I see us from outside
my brain is talking
do you feel cheated
I can't remember your body or your gender at all
