after-sex poetry
we sit down in front of a splendid dinner and gorge ourselves
And when we're full she pulls from out the sheets and puts her costume back on
I try to stop her with force-fed bowls of love and kisses that bite
Cries of ecstasy
Her calls from the night before
echo in my ears as I continue to carry out my daily activities
Every muscle twitch is her poking and groping
THE NIGHT BEFORE
crazy. No thoughts. The body takes control.
Muscles clenching. Hips vibrating and pulsating.
Scorching conversation pieces are sprinkled between
bits of exacerbated breathing, gasps, teeth grips on the lower ear lobes.
Blindness. blank. void. nothing. If this is a marathon I like marathons!
Lots of "I like", "I love", "more", "don't stop"
Dialogue's a kid playing in the corner while his parents make out. Who
take sparse breaks for his attention so their "duty's" fulfilled.
we return there. again and again.
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