Erotic

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.