#21...Changed

Changed

Lying, limbs entwined

Pelvises hinged in thrusting.

Lips brushing, tongues darting

Her face flushed; the pressure

Builds

She focuses on her woman-hood.

The exquisite pleasures rise,

Peak, crescendo—subside,

Rise again and again.

Each time the pleasure holds

All of her attention!

Breast and belly swell

Aureoles, nipples darken—

Linea nigra scores her swollen corpus.

The warm fuzzies of mother-hood

Gives way to the waddling near term discomfort.

Lying, limbs akimbo, panting

Through chapped, pursed lips.

Pressure builds with tightening uterus.

Pain’s intensity grows stronger,

Peaks, crescendos, subsides,

Rises anew.

Pain, each growing pain, holds

All of her attention!!