Mine on Top

Dear Ms. This could have been us.

I would have rested my cheek on your warm breasts,
Moist and glistening, cooled by your persperation
And listened for the beating of your heart.
I would have smelled the nectar of your body.
Feeling the rise and fall of your chest.
Lungs pulling in great swells of air.
Hearts pounding, muscles gready for fuel
One arm beneath you
One arm on top of you
Our feet entangled,
Playing the game.
Mine on top.
Yours on top.
Mine on top.
Yours on top.

Cordell Rich
It could still be us.