Lying naked
upon your sweaty,
black-leather couch, arousing
fingers, hair, arms, legs,
tongues
hopelessly entangled,
lip slides over lip.
Hot, oh so hot,
our sweating bodies know
no beginning, no end.
Tangerine Dream ripples
upon the smoky black-light glow,
radiating softly throughout
your room. Light peeks
in through closed blinds.
Is it day or is it night?
Over the fan, broken and still,
over the mass of flesh that we call us,
Giger's gargoyle moodily perches,
watching,
incense streams from its hissing mouth.
Slow-dancing to the hot music of summer,
we slide over each other,
into each other,
fucking so slowly, so sweetly,
melting into each other,
dying holds no fear,
imperfection an unknown.
Our bodies urge us,
excite us - faster, faster!
The hot, darkened room sparkles
as electrical charges
running through your body
slam into mine,
illuminating my spine,
rippling down my legs,
curling my toes.
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I fling my arms over my head,
knocking the half empty can of beer
to the floor -
Maggie barks.
Your body stiffens
as I return your current,
sending it back, to crackle through you -
we lock, we rock,
screaming is easy as
you call to Jesus, sweet Jesus,
only to fall,
your sudden heaviness
spreads me like a pillow.
Your nose, hotly buried
into the sweat upon my neck,
rests. We are still.
Drifting upon that leathery ocean,
our bodies again become their own -
unnoticed, a long earring drifts away -
sweet the taste of your sweat
on the tip of my tongue,
drawing tiny circles
on your panting neck,
your heart beats a tattoo
upon my breast.
Friendly
encounters
upon your couch
stick to me,
hot, sweaty black leather
rips my heart
as I pull away.
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