When
····he asks,
····afterward,
when
····her
····womb is still
hot
····with
····the flood
····of his orgasm, when
he
····asks
····what it
····was like
she
····wonders
····why he can’t
see
····the
····wings
····that have
sprouted
····from
····her shoulders;
····how
····they have spread and opened
····so
beautifully
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Categories: One Sentence Sex, RedBud
The Erotic Writer 
Yes.
:-) I wrote that with you in mind.
You have a most wonderful way of slipping into a woman’s mind and sheltered corners.
Will,
you are on a roll, great!
Paul.
Beautiful…I wondered how you know these things? It’s not the first time I’ve read your work and wondered that.
I think, as men and women, we share much more than we realize or are willing to admit. :-)
Enough said i think.. !
Lovely words…paired with a lovely image. I can easily identify with this piece. There are times, indeed, when I wish he could see my “wings”…but he must simply be appeased with the glow and the satisfied smile on my face. Likewise, I’m sure I see only a part of what really happens to him. Words – though important to communication – do not convey well that which cannot be seen. It is the poet’s job to attempt it – and you have done that beautifully, and succinctly, here.
Lovely! I appreciate the picture that this brings to mind. It makes me smile