this
is a poem about sex
it's a poem
about the way you make me feel
when you slide your hand
up my skirt
pull aside my panties
just to graze my smooth lips
tease my clit
with your fingertip
and pull away
with a little grin
that hints at something more
something
intense
later in the evening
this is a poem about buses
sticky plastic seats
in the back row
where the cool kids used to sit
and now, us
with your pants unzipped
my hand stroking
not knowing if
and when
someone will choose to join us
not really caring either
bending down
to give your cock
one small kiss
before heading off to work
tasting your precum on my lips
this is a poem
about churches
hot summer nights
and a bag full of movies
giggling
running behind
the cover of a whitewashed steeple
almost cloaked by the night
but not completely
isn't that the rush of it?
i kneel before you
start licking
sucking
i understand all that
which is truly holy
i'm worshipping what matters
this is a poem about
warm showers
and how useful
those handicapped ones can be
when the ground is a bit slippery
and i'm not sure
if the power behind the thrusts
will make me fall
it feels so good
with the water trickling over sweaty bodies
grasping at the sturdy bars
as you thrust into me from behind
moaning
while knowing the walls are thin
getting it deeper
arching my back
drops splashing haphazard on the floor
this is
a poem about videos
and never really getting through one
watching one
naked skin pressing against each other
my hand
wanders towards your cock
you glance at me
and smile
tell me to get on my back
and we're laying on my couch
i'm grabbing the side
as the cushions soak up our sweat
arms tangled
legs wrapped around your back
thank goodness for the rewind button
but really
this is a poem about sex
about the way your muscles
tense and relax
in harmony with mine
the way you make me wet
how you invoke
the savage within me
a poem
about the way we fight for control
tumbling
turning
biting and scratching
conquering
and being conquered
the way you make me feral
my eyes narrow
my body sweat
wrestling on the floor
rugburn
adding only to the flames
until at last
we reach
screaming
pounding
climax
this
is a poem
about
you
me
us
a poem
about desire
sex
and, above all
love
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