She Takes Me

She takes me

Naked

Past the bone

To the very core

The center

Of my soul

Where the words

Flow easy through

Every bleeding vein,

She gently rubs

Her womanhood

Across my lips

I cannot speak

As she takes

Me Deep

And births me

Hard somewhere,

Where I stand

Shaking, trembling

Waiting for

The comfort

Of her touch

That never comes.

Stephen Nesbitt ©