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She tells me she is over him
he is ancient history
tells me while having sex
all part of her mystery,
Says he is ok
but just an average lover
too much information
over her, I hover,

She is on her back
waiting for my penis
guides it with one hand
her vagina, here between us,
Breasts like snowy mountains
nipples standing proud
she’s a noisy lover
discussing life out loud,

Places that she’s traveled
men she’s traveled with
sexual exclusivity
for her, is not a gift,
I ask her once, how many
lovers she had pleasured
tells me more than most
and each one she’s measured,

Not the size of their penis
or how well it fit
the measure of each person
would she soon forget,
Drift into the future
not dwell in the past
enjoy the journey
and not very fast,

I listen to her breathing
words from her mouth
feel pressure building
down below, to the south,
She has a slow orgasm
which I believe is real
right as I ejaculate
I close my eyes, and feel,

As good as I have felt
in as long as I remember
a tectonic moment
a night to remember,
I fall asleep beside her
my erection fades away
she keeps on talking
and I have nothing to say,