Headboard

She is on top 

For awhile 

Raining warm milk 

All over me

When she’s spent 

She asks 

What I would like 

And I immediately 

And specifically 

Tell her 

I wanna get behind you 

I want you to 

Put your hands 

On the headboard 

Where I can see them 

Don’t move them 

At all 

What gets me off 

Is different 

Every time 

I watched her hands 

Grabbing 

The wood 

Of the bed 

All I saw 

Was the tautness
And pale white

Of her fingers 

Wrists 

And palms 

For moments 

Upon 

Sweaty 

Moments 

And she took me 

There

Sweet woman