Thrust

 You reach inside of me
and twist my heart
pulling and grabbing
wrapping me around your mouth.
You walk towards me with  such brutal honesty,
keeping me awake every second
with the way you touch me,
your hands sliding toward my thighs
and up into..oh..
Words you utter take shelter deep within 
always shocking the soft fibers dancing inside of me,
hoping I won't have to doubt what you feel
and remember the wetness of that morning,
the true emotion of the salt taste. 
Trusting you slips in while you kiss my eyelids
and make me feel unhurt and junior high all over again,
leaving a blush on my cheeks that hadn't felt the tingle in so long.
All this ever since that first word, first kiss, first thrust...
twists my heart
                  and let's me see.

(written Dec. 18th, 2001)