Love · Sex · Writing

Pinpricks | Poems that Suck

You were drunk on fine spirits,
on the precipice of belligerence,
trapping me between your body
and the door - its knob in my back.

"What the fuck are you doing?"
I asked calmly cautious, but 
could see that your pupils
were pinpricks, even in the dim.

"Tell me all about it. Every 
little detail. I need to know
the who, what, why, how, when
of that stupid video."

And I realized I was being
mocked; for talking too much, 
for needing someone to share
stream of consciousness with.

It confirmed what I'd suspected
for so long; that I'm not human
to you - just a possession that 
you can molest whenever you want. 
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...