Each Time
©2000 by Carol Marie

Its that subtle cry
in a darkened room
that pulls me back
pulls the skin back
to reveal
the sweet power
that she gives to me
each time she rises up
and then
showering me
pleasing me
taking me in
and then
delivering me
each time she says she loves me
Im filled
and I fill her up
with who I am
in a darkened room
against a night
that holds the sounds
that which we utter
to one another

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