1.
Up against a wall
holding your wrists
behind your back
with one hand
while my other touches
you there and there
wherever I want.
My mouth covers yours
and muffles your cries.
2.
Savagely just inside the door
kicking it shut with my foot
and pulling down your
pants and panties
ignoring blouse and bra and breasts
pushing you to your knees
bending you over the bed
and entering you from behind
a little dry at first but
soon very wet.
3.
Softly, slowly, sleepily
like lovers awakening
in the night. Starting with
soft kisses that become
more insistent and hungry
until I must have you again
and crawl over you
and between your legs
and inside your soft warmth.
You cling to me
your arms around my neck
your middle pushing up
to take me deep
stroking me, pulling me,
and finally draining me.
I fall asleep inside you.
4.
With tongue and teeth
I trace across your body
from the lobes of your ears
and the hollows of your neck
to the pillows of your breasts
and the plains of your stomach
biting, kissing, licking, sucking
down to the delta at your middle
down almost there
but passing by along your thighs
nibbling downward to the
hollow of your knees
down still to the tender skin
between tendon of heel
and bone of ankle
to your toes, sucking them,
licking the crotch between them
biting the arch of your foot
and retracing my way
slowly agonizingly back
upward leg by leg
higher slowly higher
you know I am coming for you
wanting me to hurry but
trembling in anticipation
until my face presses aside
your thighs and my mouth
burrows between them
and my tongue and lips
find you wet and open
and the little sailor
standing in the boat.
I lick his head. I sweep the boat.
You cry out and press my head
into your center, clenching my ears
between your thighs.
5.
Passionately, furiously,
pulling off your clothes
without concern for buttons
pressing deep commanding kisses
urgently demanding that
you give me what I want –
if you want it too
it is no concern of mine –
pushing you back onto the bed
pushing your knees apart
pushing between your thighs
and pushing my raging hardness
into your softness, into your cave,
into your wet and welcoming hole.
Dimly, I hear you cry out
but I care only for me
and I hammer away in Eve’s garden
until I explode.
6.
Take me in your mouth, I whisper,
use your lips and tongue on me
lick me and suck me
and stroke me with your hand
slide me into your wet warm mouth
press me with your lips
tease the underside of the head
with the roughness of your tongue
and pump my length
with your tight gripping fingers
sliding in the slipperiness
of your own saliva
pull me into you
nurse on me
eat me like a hungry baby
suck me squeeze me
until I shoot my seed
down your throat.
7.
I pretend to be asleep
maybe unconscious
lying on my back
my legs sprawled open
and this time you are
the one who ravishes
this time you are the taker
and I the taken.
You do not have to ask me
What I have is yours
You touch my rod
and it stirs
You taste it and it rises
You slide your hand
along its length
and it grows longer and harder.
My eyes remain closed.
You crawl over me
and guide me to the place
nudging the head between the lips
working it back and forth
to spread your wetness on me
and then rising on your knees
sink slowly backward
ease up and press down again
and after several spreading tries
press me all the way up your tunnel
press your middle against mine
press your belly against my stomach
press your yin around my yang
and rock me there
around and around
back and forth
in and out.
You lower your breasts
onto my chest
You slide your hands
under my limp shoulders
and pull me against you
You hunch and twist your hips
and feel the feeling start
too soon too soon.
But I have not come
and lie there passive
except for the thorn
that still pierces you.
And so you begin again
intending to serve me
to make me come
but instead you feel it rise
inside you again
and soon you have
no more thought for me.
I am only your pleasure thing
and you rock and press
and slide and shove me
in and out oh in and out
and deep so deep
your clit rubbing my pubic bone
and once again you use me
you shake and shudder against me
you cry and gasp above me
only dimly aware that my arms
have risen behind you
and are pulling your hips down
impaling you on my thrusting pole
as I come into your deep.
8.
In the middle of a meadow
with tall grasses and butterflies
and birds in the trees around
with warm sun on a Navajo blanket
colorful beneath your pale arms.
I open your blouse with the big buttons
and kiss the valley between your breasts.
I slide my hand under your long skirt
raising it above your knees
and trace my fingers upward
to your steaming lovebox.
My fingers penetrate you
tease you stir you enflame you.
I roll you on top of me and sit up.
Your skirt covers us both
as I open my pants and free myself
and find your opening and slip inside.
You put your arms around my neck
and hunch forward until I am
embedded as deeply as possible within you.
The birds sing for us as we
find the magic again.
9.
I am between your thighs
deep inside you
both of us hot and sweaty
and you say more
I want more
and I pull back and out
and lower the head
between the cheeks of your ass
and find the tight closing there.
God, you say,
go slow, and I go slow
but sure. I open you carefully
backing off when
your eyes widen with pain
but always back in and deeper
slowly deeper and deeper
until I am rooted in your bottom.
We lie there, tension crackling,
until your breathing evens
and then very slowly I begin
to slide in and out. Your legs
are high behind my back, your eyes
rolled up, your mouth open.
And when it is easy,
when you breath is ragged
with passion not pain
I roll you onto your stomach
not on your knees but flat
except for a pillow under your stomach
and lay my weight on your back
and bury myself in you
again and again
so deep it makes you groan.
My hand slips under your middle
finds your slick opening
strokes and slides and slips inside.
You press against my fingers hungrily,
press back against me eagerly.
You are moaning and whimpering
I can tell you are close
your breath rattles in your throat
and catches every time
I plunge back in
until your fingers clutch the sheets
and you cry out and shudder
and I press all the way into you
and hold it there and feel the spasms
grip and caress and pull on me
until my own little death arrives.
10.
In the motel room
we sit on a chair facing
the closet mirrors.
You turn your back to me
and sink down onto my erection
leaning back onto my chest.
Lifting up and down with your legs
you watch me slide in and out.
My hand finds your clitoris
which, tiny by comparison,
is as hard as the length that fills you.
I push you forward to the floor
your face almost against your reflection
and fuck you from behind.
You lower your head and look back
to where my thighs slap against you
as I drive into your shuddering middle.
11.
I tie a blindfold around your eyes.
Just feel, I say, don’t look, don’t talk,
don’t even think. Just let me.
I put my tongue in your ear
and make you shudder.
I take an ice cube in my mouth
and wrap my lips around your nipple
feeling it swell until it is rigid.
I let the melted ice water drip
out of my mouth onto your stomach
and down between your thighs
I press the piece of ice inside you
and suck it back out
and push it in again
until it is all gone.
I suck your clit between my cold lips
until it swells like your nipple.
I roll you onto your stomach
and trail my fingers across your back
as lightly as possible, just barely touching,
here and there, lower and lower.
My lips replace my fingers
but I press them as lightly,
my breath as heavy as my kisses,
down the backs of your thighs
and the sensitive places behind your knees.
I trail my tongue upward again
use my tongue to trace the softness
of your inner thighs, press it into
the little hollow at the top
where I can just lick
the edge of your pussy.
Lifting you onto you knees
I press your head down
to the bed. Now, I say,
this is for me to feel. You
can do as you like.
But I can tell you feel it
as I push into you. You push
back against me, taking me
eagerly, wanting me inside you.
Now both of us are blindfolded,
unthinking, and silent except
for the animal cries that
soon overtake us.
12.
You have come but I have not.
I am still inside you
still sliding my hardness in and out
and you are willing
giving me back as good as you got
but somehow it isn’t working
I am terribly excited
ready to scream but
I cannot come. I might go on
like this forever, sliding
in and out, your thighs
gripping my sides. You press
your feet against the bed
and throw yourself up at me.
And it is wonderful but
I am not quite there.
Frustrated, you push me up
pulling back and sliding me out
and wriggle down the bed
beneath me, kissing down
my chest and stomach
until your mouth reaches my middle.
You slide me inside you again
and attack my straining manhood
with every trick you know,
lips clutching, cheeks sucking,
hands twisting and stroking in
your own juices. In moments,
I feel the change, a chill
In the small of my back and
a sudden tightness behind my cock
and then the wave rises up
and smashes against the wall
and I am struck deaf dumb and blind
like Tommy or the Apostle Paul.