Before him sex was a release
a charade of intimacy
a means to an end
stress killer
orgasm
my body moved like a child
assembling a science fair project
that goes there
this goes here
wait for the papier-mâché volcano to erupt
— ejaculate
my body moved like a teen
uncomfortable in their own skin
just be quiet
just be still
wait for the right moment to escape
— oh, the walk of shame!
but when he touched me
it was euphoric
to let go
to come undone
to become myself entirely.