23 positions in a one-night stand

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after Prince Facing the TV, we do it missionary with my head hanging over the bed so we can both watch The Color Purple on BET. When Shug Avery sings "God is Tryna Tell You Something" we both start to cry, your tears falling on my face and into my hair. // We sit cross legged on my floor on a Space Jam comforter. We take turns smacking each other saying rabbit season, duck season, rabbit season, duck season. // I say eat me and you pull a bottle of ranch out of nowhere. I say nah nan nigga, but you grunt and devour. // Doggie Style & we both eat ribs. // You take my last bone and I get mad, so I pull a rib out of your chest. It grows a woman around it. She makes us lick her boots. // I suck you with a lot of gusto and don't stop until it's too late & you're all gone. It takes me 3 hours to pass you. you kick the whole time. // I'm smoking a blunt and watching Love & Hip Hop LA while you suck my toes. You make it all the way to the knee before you suggest a gag. // you put one of my legs on your shoulder and mount the other to the wall. you make car noises and ride reckless, I make my eyes look like a deer's, my body a road. // I sit on your face and I read you Sula. // We do the Dirty Sanchez while discussing the racial politics of intimacy. // You make me a sandwich. You slice and slice and slide until I am thin and piled and topped with tomatoes. // Reverse-Reverse Cowgirl aka Someone get that horse off that woman! We kill the horse. We ride its ghost into the sunset. // you stand on one side of the room and I stand on the other. We run toward each other at full speed and become a singular sad man playing with himself. // You go into a phone booth and come out Superman. I go into a phone booth and come out a slightly smaller phone booth. you go into me. // You throw grapes at me while I dance around naked singing Purple Rain. // You run out of grapes and start throwing whatever you can grab: the coffee table, my phone charger, rib tips, the dog, my copy of Sula, shade, and a bird cage filled with the saddest dove alive. // How bout up in the library on top of books, but you can't be too loud. // The woman who grew from your rib (you forgot about her, huh?) is picking greens in the corner. When she's done, she stuff me full of collards the wrong way, stuffs you full of corn bread. // Tired, I lay on my side and lift one leg in the air. You drill and drill and drill, I watch New Girl and check my email. // Doggy Style again. This time, extra ribs. // You finish finally and lay on top of me out of breath. Slowly, you turn to into ribs. The ribs slowly turn into 11 better women. // You go to take a shower while I stay in bed. When you come back, I'm gone, the window is busted, & there's a pile of bones where I was. You cry out for God and I turn on the lights. // You ask me to marry you for the night and I say I guess. you slick your ring finger into me. I turn to gold.