C.E. Laine

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when he smells this way,
ivory soap and the flannel
sheets we tangled

I want to close my mouth
around him, bring him
further inside

when he smells this way,
musked in our combined sex
and salty as wet oceans

I want to lay my head
over the flutter in his chest
and listen.

©  C.E. Laine 2003. All rights reserved.

Third Edition ~Editors: Mia, T. Birch, PJ Nights and Kathryn Koromilas ~