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.
Tag: Sex
Paris | Poems that Suck
I was in Paris, once,
just a few days.
I didn’t do all the
touristy shit;
the Arc du Triomph,
the Eiffel Tower,
the Louvre.
–
Instead, I went down
to Pigalle, where the
streets are a litany
of porno shops.
I bought myself
a vibrator
and
some lube.
–
Then went back to
my closet of
an apartment
and had a
good fuck
on the
lice
ridden
bed.
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.
A Triptych: The Final | Poems that Suck
Lean back,”
he urged me,
cradling me
like a child
in the deep,
green, sea.
I obliged,
pushing my
hips heavenward,
and letting my
head sink into
the abyss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,”
and for a moment,
I felt weightless
believing in my
own beauty
for the
first
time.
Triptych Part I (The First Kiss) | Poems that Suck
We lie on the rocky
seashore,
the night sky spread
wide like an eager
lover.
We were talking but I
was distracted,
our fingers were nearly
touching and I was
electrified.
Then you slid out of
your clothes;
I was determined not to
look at the narrow beauty
of you.
But I was compelled to
join you
in the water; a cool
kiss on my skin in the
thick humidity.
You slipped beneath the still,
dark surface
seizing my wrist gently
to take me further out
to sea.
(and, God, I was willing)
Then you reappeared, you hair
plastered to
your face, and for a wild
moment I wondered if that's what
Jesus looked like.
And as I tried to figure
this out,
I became aware that you
were slowly coming closer,
and closer.
We watched each other like
two battle
weary cats, projecting our
intentions so there could be
no mistake.
Then you were hovering
above me,
and I swallowed with difficulty,
licking my lips to prepare for
the inevitable.
It began gently, as if testing
the waters
but, fire began roiling
through my veins and I just...
let go.
It was as if the sky
caught fire
and I could still see the fierce
blaze through my tightly shut
eye lids.
You Came | Poems that Suck
The most beautiful
thing I’ve ever seen
was when you came.
Brow furrowed,
cock in hand,
cum pooling in my belly button.
And then you’d
kiss me, like you
found water in the desert.
Sunday A.M. | Poems that Suck
Woke up to find that
my cheek
fits perfectly in
the gentle curve
of your neck
where you smell
of Mambo
and
hot stones.
