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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. 


- Quentin Huff