Naomi (From Steve for Valentine’s Day)


You sing the syllables of each word 
as you talk.
Those blonde threads that if you had let grow
would have been taller than you.
Green eyes with shards of blue.
As if I could see the electricity of your soul in them.
Sometimes, if I mention your height
or rub your small belly as if you’re nursing a child,
you’ll blush, shout, and push me away.
Remember our first time?
In my parent’s basement on the black leather couch
with cheap softcore porn playing.
Embarrassed, you told me to turn it off
then we proceeded in silence.
As I first tried to enter you
you yelped and punched me in the sternum.
I gasped for breath, pulled back, glared at you.
You awkwardly apologised. Convinced me to continue.
This time I fit, somehow
cause heaven knows you were tighter
than the space between our lips as I kissed you to muffle your moans. 
You shook your head causing your hair to scatter on your face.
Then you grabbed my neck and pulled me close.
You scratched at my back, 
reaching for a reality that you were losing to your oncoming orgasm.
In the silence there was heavy breathing, pleading,
and a sloshing sound from how wet you were. 
As you came closer and closer you covered your face with your hands.
Bit your lower lips, turned red, and came. 
I felt it. Like a balloon that burst after so much.
The warm, moisture tightening around me.
I heard a sobbing.
I moved your hands and kissed your tears.
You pulled your face to my chest
and just breathed…..
Nowadays when we make love you still cry. 
But when we fuck…
You wear the shortest skirts.
The tightest shirts.
You bite, claw, pull like an animal.
You beg for marks and bruises.
But with one line
I see your human side.
“Fuck me harder and make me know you love me.”

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