QUENTIN HUFF

"Deeper"

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He poured it in her ear, the idea

of him on top, slowing time down

to enter her, convincing her

that everything would stay between them,

with his back to the air

and her bottom on the mattress,

their motions surrounded by

the smell of love and fabric softener.

She wanted him behind her, a position

of trust, tossing aside suspicions

of what he might do behind her back

and how easily he could hide

who else he might be thinking of.

But he did not want to look over her shoulder,

he wanted to be in her eyes,

moving his hips in slow clock-

wise

rotation,

making the cold stone expression

on her face crumble.

She'd been wearing her countenance that way

since the first day they met,

after one lover refused to stay inside her

and another was so indecisive, she was forced

to mount the problem and dominate.

But no more.

And she cried because he did everything

he said he would do to her

but when he was finished, he did not leave.