there is a frequent
flitting of fingers over
sheets, raising
goosebumps, incantations of
"more, more, more"
shuttering eyeboxes
carefully placed teeth
dulce de leche dripping
off a hipbone.
'annie waits' plays,
inappropriate but necessary,
hitting the target and
barely bouncing backwards
deep throated breathing and
baking feet, tossing covers and
shedding our shell of underthings
i taste your
lips and you
breathe into
my mouth
a little.
our tongues
do that dance
and your hands
find my chest
as you
squeeze
my
heartbeat.
Author notes
the second option. although god is always in sex, somewhere.
i hope it's not too....much sex.
i like how care-rah-mel sounds.
A contest entry
- god & sex by zillion.
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Comments
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this reminded me of a not depressing version of damien rice's 'accidental babies'
...you should sing more of your writing
(passing thoughts)
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first of all- I love caramel. I agree, it sounds delicious. Also, I'm a huge Billy Idol fan. The man is hot as sin (at least he was in his heyday) and the 5th line reminded me of Rebel Yell.
No. Never can there be too much sex. I mean...maybe....but not in this.
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as you squeeze my heartbeat.
doesn't even seem dirty. sex isn't "dirty" though
this is an amazing poem. i liked baking feet and carefully placed teeth.
egh, i crave human contact.
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