Get A Little On You, Get A Little Off

Sometimes a poem is what it is-- sometimes it isn't. Sometimes a poem leaves you flat-- this time it didn't. Sometimes a poem is just words to say. And sometimes a poem can make your whole day.

Finish Line
By Allison Shwedo

I linger in the doorway
rediscovering the desire
to climb up on you
straddle my thighs
across you
leaning over you
squeezing slightly
to balance my body
over your still frame
Letting out heavy sighs
as the sweat begins
to tease my skin
from the natural highs
and those deeper sighs
Pushing each other
further and faster
over invisible lines
near before and after...

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