Sex with a Silhouette

You tell me to kiss you
And I obey but not because you tell me to
I want to, even though you taste like chemicals
So I find my niche on your neck, below her
I’m jealous
Because when you moan I cannot tell if it is me making you moan
And I want to make you mine and she is in the way
But you love her but I want this lust more than she wants you

So she can have your mouth and I will stay on your neck, worshiping you
Injecting you with lust, keeping to my denial
To this desire of pure sexual, sensual, violent lust
Instead of simply desire for simply you
If I can take in enough of you, she will disappear
You want me more than her but you cannot have me
So we silently moan into each other’s ears
Until I can take all of you, and make her disappear

There is electric acid love in your fingertips
The sensation stings my back
The only relief comes from the milky, stale motel shower water
Screeching down my back
I do not notice, even as the water pours into my mouth
You hold me closely, afraid I will walk away
That I will realize this lust will never reach beyond our lack of condoms
But I stay, for the sensation
The sensation of your five o’clock shadow
And the raw sight of your tattoos

For now it is simply us, she is gone
Though there is no denial, there will never be
Another motel room or shower head to watch over us
Our adventures, our lust is confined
As it will always remain
This is simply sex with a silhouette