J. S. Kuiken

I have some catching up to do on my post-it note poetry! Have the last three day’s worth of poems.

Day 25

She can’t move

She can’t breathe

Her tiny life

One of billions

Smothered

Without a sound.

Day 26

let her find

that soft place

between the folds

hot and wet

let her draw her finger

right across it

let her make you

squirm and moan

let her draw you out

one coaxing finger

at a time

Day 27

Come here

Sweetness

And kiss me.