He says he’s as normal
As I’ll get

And I wonder
As I’m stripping off my clothes
While I look at him
If normal
Is anything close
To what we’re doing

Him, with his worn smile
Me, searching for comfort
We, unmatched in all ways but this

Crawling towards him
His sultry eyes
Following my curves
And my intentions
As I slither
Between his legs

I take residence between his invitation to violate
All I’m hoping to leave behind

My rebellious spirit
Can’t surrender
To his normalcy

I leave niceties at the edge of bedsheets
At the edge of his reason

Within minutes
He begins to reevaluate

Me

Long
Agonizingly slow
Licks, whimpers, glances
In the stillness of what becomes us
When there hasn’t been an us before

I teach him
The value
Of not underestimating
Who
I
Am

And how he
Is not as normal as I’ll get

Begging
To be inside me
To share breath
I deny him
Everything but
The experience of what I do best

One hundred and thirty seven minutes
Of pleasure he can’t measure
Because nobody has ever

Ever

Shown him the value
Of giving
And the value of receiving pleasure
By giving

Don’t tell me anything
About normal, baby

And never
Assume that you know what’s best for me
Because you
Aren’t it