To Disappear
She looked back
over her shoulder
with a moan
as he stood balls
deep (pulsing Kegels)
up her ass, but—
instead of flicking
his tongue, yanking
her hair, landing
a face slap—
he waved Hi
with cornball sincerity,
grunting through
a gummy Kweli-grin
at his goof.
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