Wired

we were both drunk coming
down horny high dirty tired
nerves taut legs sore from all night wired
I was on the toilet naked but for my pushup bra
“what are you doing?” you asked standing
there in your boys underwear…

“What the fuck does it look like?”
you bent over and started running
the bath, your ass an invitation
I pulled you to me, onto my lap
you straddled my thigh solid “I’m trying to take a piss.”

you yanked my head back
handful of hair bit down
on my neck hard broke skin
hand between my legs tub running
I had to piss so bad but you were
rubbing my clit and you stuck
two fingers in my cunt so how could I,
when I couldn’t breathe?

you were salty smell sticky
I licked your chest nipples huge
hard against me your hand
in my hair and you were saying something in my brain;
screaming the words lips moving voiceless
but for the buzzing

I don’t remember what you said
your body a blur sliding
hairy pussy shredding my thigh
raw and alive all I could do was bite
down on your shoulder
fleshy meaty part of you
my pussy aching swelling alcohol
still coursing through me and
your skin electric

“I have to pee”, I cried and you laughed
kneaded my tits with your free hand
“Go ahead”, you growled teeth in my neck
fingers still in my cunt thumb in my ass
I let it go and I’m flooding
your forearm sweat piss cum filling the room
pungent you snarled a recognition:
please and thank you

tub overflowing you jumped up
screeched water scorching steam
rising I turned you around still sitting
face buried in your pussy boys
undies damp tongue probing for you
I wanted more stripping you
holding my head hard your clit
in my mouth a nugget
a jewel I have been seeking out all night

three fingers you moving my hand
shaking spit dripping fierce
“Come for me”, the wires hum
eyes rolled back cheeks flushed
you wrenched your orgasm out of my hands
like you always grabbed everything
without asking nice or at all

fumbling for a candle and a match
we climbed into the clawfoot tub
not really big enough for the two of us
but we were still hopeful then
your hair glued sweaty spikes and pomade
I soaped you washing away our acrid scent
you climbed out water streaming off
of you gleaming and I was cold

“You can wash yourself!” you called
over your shoulder padding to the bedroom
feet sticking to the hardwood floors, “You stink!
“Like your cunt, baby!” I sing satisfied
submerging my hair tangled
scrubbing you and the night off of me
glass of water and a handful of valerian
“Drink up. We need sleep.” patting me dry
big fluffy towel dutiful and towering

sagging bed spooned around me
face in my hair: “Tell me I’m good.”
you demanded breathing ragged and
earnest I kiss your palm like the first night
“You’re good,” I reply lips in hand
drifting off your sound scent movement
behind my eyes; fluttering blackness
like the tunnels inside you

humming my wires