Love From Guatemala

My Latina
nymph
had long
dark hair
and
heavy-lidded
eyes
like deep
black holes—

offering
nothing.

Lips
warm and
soft, like
her skin

and down
below,
satin-slick
and salty.

She arched
her back
and gasped,
curling her
toes
into my
shoulders,
goosebumps
rising
on her limbs,
blood
pumping
against my
tongue.

We slept
entwined,
though she'd
withdrawn

long before
our morning
kiss
goodbye.