a journal in short bursts that might occasionally even rhyme |
Also published in Oysters & Chocolate (Note that the link is definitively NSFW.) It was here on the dashboard there on the table where on the bed the sum of twenty fingers four legs two mouths one dirty mind adding up to monumental creativity the essence of other people’s sex – sex with other people – I wrap around you a story of intertwined figures dancing naked on public beaches sharing an acid high lust masquerading as psychosis the living breathing sugar sand creeping into my cunt as you licked away the embarrassment of a long-suffered virginity knowing this fucking could have been – or probably was – meant for some other body is what contorts your face into the silent scream you spilled inside me you cannot resist competing with the sheer volume of new – repeat – traffic the Johns Janes Dicks and Annes Scheherazade drawing forth almost orgasms from cliffhangers riding the razor edge of anticipation one for each day and night you missed of my sexual awakening there were endless beginnings until you mastered the art of letting go stroking with the current of my wetness instead of against my inclinations middles in which I wooed you with tales of toys that vibrated plugged tied pinched stretched the limits of your imaginings to begging boys flogging you for my pleasure endings that fetishized your innate jealousy into voyeurism foreplay three four five my-ways with you the titillated spectator outside the circle of cocks and come raining upon my face breasts ass with jerks and slaps my story ended with twenty toes four arms two hearts adding up to one filthy love bounding between us exhausted we crash from squeezing pushing thrusting biting scratching beating sleep away the fucking tomorrow's twilight your tale to tell. |