An Exhaling Introvert

Counts backwards
till she can’t breathe. She pretends
a message will appear 

at zero
on a screen addressed to her
from you. A different kind 

of marring,
you’ll be asking for it.
Hard on the lips, 

her pressure increases
as your resistance
goes down. Exaltation.

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