The last straw was when I slapped his ass while he fucked me slow. "You sick fuck," he rumbled in my ear. We laughed in the thick darkness with nothing but each other to cling to.
Tag: Sex
On Flesh | Poems that Suck
I want to write a poem on your body, scrawl all the words of my love and passion upon your flesh; my mouth the pen. I promise to write slowly, ensure proper punctuation and grammar, and to end with a stroke that brings you bliss.
Cognac | Poems that Suck
It lay heavily on my tongue, syrupy with a cloying sweetness, before I swallowed, feeling the burn of Napalm. "That was the only alcohol in the place," you observed, dryly but not without amusement. "Did you want a taste?" the words were too mature for me but you knew that, and perhaps that was the appeal for you.
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.
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.
130 over 80 | Poems that Suck
I approached,
cigarette in hand,
offering to share
but,
You squirmed
away from me
with a boyish
grin.
I raised
my eyebrow, arched,
a silent question
mark.
“Every time
you come near
my blood pressure
rises.”
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...
Crayola Crayons | Poems that Suck
There’s always something whimsical,
nostalgic, reassuring, even,
about the smell of
Crayola Crayons.
.
It brings me back to a time
of pure joy, and innocence.
.
It’s also the reason why
I liked to fuck
in his car
so often.
A Promise | Poems that Suck
You were asleep, laying face down on top of the tangled bed clothes. A Harvest moon hung low in the sky, peeking through the window shades and stretching its golden fingers of light up the length of your glorious, nude body. The moment hung in the salty, humid air, like a promise of what was yet to come.
Ain’t That Somethin’ | Poems that Suck
When I was 19 I had this boyfriend and he was a little strange; a little too in to women's silky panties, a little too intellectual. ya dig? Anyway, this one time when we were fucking, he jumped up on my chest and swung his little ass around and wanted me to blow him from the back. Now, I've seen and done a lot of weird and kinky shit since then but, you never forget the first time you see the back of someone's ball bag. Magnificent.