He lies behind me His hand grips my ass, my thigh Lifts one cheek to make room for whatever part of him wants inside It doesn’t matter that my ass is flat and my thighs are textured with unshaven hair It’s my pussy he wants He rolls me over So we are face to face belly to belly It doesn’t matter that the entire front of me sags has grooves like wide-wale corduroy bears witness to infants birthed and fed It’s my breasts he wants He turns my face toward his presses his lips to mine opening to share our breath our flavors It doesn’t matter that my face is spotted and lined deep grooves on either side It’s my mouth he wants He lowers his body onto mine into mine watching me all the while It doesn’t matter that my eyelids are fragile my wrinkles flowing like tears from the corners It’s my eyes he wants He moves slowly filling and retreating and filling again his eyes locking with mine his hands entwined with mine It doesn’t matter that I am older my hair grey It’s my gasps he wants It’s my pleasure he wants It’s my soul he wants