Isn’t it erotic to be kissed?
Head-to-toe devoured by her lips?
You would agree with
me, if you experienced the bliss
tenderly delivered by her sweet
fountain of a mouth. And ivory teeth
leave an impression
deeply in my memory of each
girl who ever bit me in the chest,
left me to the torments of unrest:
sweating the details,
I’ve become a criminal of flesh.
She is my accomplice. The rewards
aren’t disappointing if she waits
patiently for the
gathering eruption from the clouds
Darkening above us as we lie
restlessly competing in a game,
neither of us cares
all that much to win, so long as pain
wrecks the possibility of play.
I don’t have the time for the display
of all the peacock
feathers that impress in their array.
Finish with your pretense and enough
going through the motions to be loved.
Nobody said that
falling in and out would not be rough.