Love · Sex

Eye of the Hurricane | Poems that Suck

I could feel your presence -
 passionate, intense like the eye
  of a hurricane - just outside the
                                door.

My fingers hesitated on the 
 lock for just a moment - a
   heartbeat - before letting you
                                in.

You slipped in, as silent 
 and light footed as a shadow,
  simultaneously locking the door
                               and, 

pushing me against the wall
 with your slim body. I folded
  beneath the slight pressure of
                               your

mouth, both urgent and exquisitely,
 painfully slow. My breath caught in
  my chest, head spinning with
                          vertigo. 

And before I knew it,
  you sank to your knees and
   began removing my pants with your 
                          teeth. 
                       
Free Verse · Love · Sex

Sexual Insomnia | Poems that Suck

I think about you late at night,

when I’m trying to fall asleep

which is counterproductive to

relaxation.

.

I think about me stripped

bare beneath you, legs spread

wide in eager welcome and you

inside.

.

There is a feeling of awe

each time you slide into me

and I look down the long length

of you

(to watch).

.

Yet, even though these images

make the vein in my neck throb

I still fall into a deep, peaceful

sleep.

Love · Sex

Waiting | Poems that Suck

"There's showers here,"
 I didn't think much of this information
  until I watched you walk toward the building -
   each step lingering - hope in every footprint. 

You stopped one last time, 
 at the doors of your destination
  and I could feel the glee of your 
   mischievous grin from across the field. 

I found you there, stripped
 bare and radiant in your beauty,
                        waiting for me...
Love · Sex

To Swallow the Sun | Poems that Suck

 Your long, thin finger crept
                       like a spider
           up my inner thigh.
 
 "Stop," I hissed through my teeth;
                 a warning. 
 "No one's looking, no one cares."
                and you continued
 your journey up the pale length of my skin.
 
 The pads of your fingertips reached their
                   intended destination
 and I sighed with the delicious feel of them,
 
 as I gazed, heavy lidded, at the sea,
                    head tilted back,
 as if I were swallowing the sun. 
Love · Sex

Closer | Poems that Suck

 Close was never 
                                              close enough.
 Even if 
 I could hear you in my head,
 visit you in my dreams, 
 feel you buried deep inside 
                                                   me. 
 It was never enough.
 Maybe if I could have
 peeled back the fragile
                                                 layers
  
 of your skin, cracked open
 your ribs and found some
                                               comfortable
  
 place between your lungs
 and spleen to burrow into,
                                                I would've
 been satisfied. 
    
Free Verse · Love · Sex

Passion Fruit | Poems that Suck

We bit into the tender,

                                                              pink flesh

of some exotic fruit.

Its thin, sweet juice dripping

                                                 from our

lips, and I wondered

what it would be like

                                        if he 

bit into me like that.