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After the third or fourth time
by Angela Cotterman
Your breasts heave
breathless and full
in one caught moment
and you are like a hundred lovers
with your head thrown back
to gasp air into your lungs.
You are prepared for your release
when a thousand forces battle
to take your weight from you.
A few seconds more
and you are as light as you've ever been
But, baby, I want you to know
that I can see you
fighting intimacy
each time our eyes meet
and you look away.
11/29/2004 Posted on 11/29/2004
Copyright © 2025 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 08:41 PM Very very evocative :) LOVE the strong ending as well. Excellent Poem! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 06/29/11 at 02:42 AM Wow. This is like a movie with a wonderful and surprising ending. |
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