The Travel Goddess

I lick her wide lips
And allow her body to fold
               I aid her with a bit of pressure
My hands squeeze her tightly
Massaging from one tip
Then across
In one continuous glide
to the other

She is folded.
She is closed.
      –       Inside her is a message
Still wet with haste
I roll her onto her buttocks
And scribble words of importance
Not just words, but numbers
/.This will be our last night together
For tomorrow she will flee
Although I know this
I know this more than she

I stop to drop her off
Glad for her to go
She carries a part of me inside
Travel gives her movement
               Fondling her flesh
Gives her life

– Eric McCarty (1/9/2012)

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