What he likes in her is that she had his instincts:
He remembers he has strong arms and strong strumming fingers
His fingers sing like a man and
With a voice so penetrating to the notes of
Bold and pure love
Determined and purposeful

To her feminine softness
Scrutinizing inquisitive lips

His boldness to her inquisitive softness
His strong fingers opening her scrutinizing lips
And they always
Like said meeting of curiosities
Almost childlike, playful.

He surges on her softness as she lay like a helpless white defeated woman
He claims victory
But later he surrenders every part of him, his buttocks, his abdomen, his torso, and his legs
And even that which
Makes him importantly as a man conqueror

She receives him like a weak woman, helpless now
She stoops, she bows she crawls over him, in a change of positions

She keeps him strong.
She now conquers him, with a total surrender of everything she also owns
Her breasts, her neck, her lips, her hips, her mouth,

Both are lost, and both are looking for their important parts, afterwards
There is nothing under the bed, or this sofa.

It will take them a long time to recover the parts that seem to be
Unrecoverable.
Once, one part was inside her. Once one part
Deluded her mouth disguising as a hot food for dining.

She did not really mind, and she would not tell anyway,
Her mistake is intended for the pleasure of both, and there was no feeling

That something was wrong or even dirty.
It was so lovely, both concluded.
What he likes in her,

Her tight tonguetiedness.
Delights and more delights, for these coming nights.

RIC S. BASTASA

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