Stop!
Don’t stop!
Don’t move!
Sish! Sish!
Don’t talk!
It feels so good.
Electrifying.
So real.
So tops.
Stop!
Don’t stop.
Don’t make a move.
Don’t talk.
It’s not necessary,
An electric invention,
Does not supplant,
It’s not a perfect fit,
So inhuman.
Stop!
Don’t stop.
I can’t catch my breath.
We forget.
We remember.
We don’t care.
Ooh honey!
Let’s make a baby.
Different from a cat,
At the end of the bed.
A perfect expression of love blossomed.
Bodies pressed near and hot in sweat.
So baby!
Stop!
Uh! Don’t stop….
Cause you’re my man.
And I’m your woman.
And we are trying to preserve
This moment.
Our name. Our love.
Our history through our children.
No accessories
Necessary.















07/09/2009
Literature, Personal, Poetry