Substance
by Kevin Teuscher


For such an insubstantial being
You show a fierce strength
As you pin me down beneath your kisses
Then push up, arms straight,
Your hands still on my shoulders
And your small breasts
Standing imperiously above me
Proudly bared to the sunlight.

As you look down with such love
Are you trembling
Or am I?






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