With Child
He put his ear to her belly,
heard a milky cloud
gurgling like a water spigot,
the ankle-deep sounds of
red plasma and urine,
the murmur of mollusks
in mouthing waters;
succulent voices
pushed through narrow throats.
‘Love me’, she said,
‘make love to me
as I swell and sweat
into a woman you have never met’.
He said nothing
but did tickle
her glowing anus,
did tongue
her swollen,
blue in-between lips.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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