STIRRING CIRCLES
In your pudding
stirring
circles
moon
white
skin
corks on your breasts
pulling them
jackhammering
the dip
center
hips
swaying
moaning
into a rollercoaster
almost bucking me off
we laugh
into a cuddle
against tomorrow.
HIDDEN
What is it
you hide?
Tell me before we burn.
I can't take the guessing anymore.
Soak me in your butter.
Fry me on your belly.
Taste me as you confess.
CP
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night. He was born in Fort Belvoir, Virginia. His parents are native Texans. He has lived most of his life in California. His poetry has appeared here and there and in-between...
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