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Monday, February 13, 2012

Sex Poem #46


Sex Poem #46

'... the light of love was in your eyes'


Ruffled beyond recognition in a Berlin hotel room,
my words, the whittled desk lamp tells me
have become so boring, that they're not worth
five seconds to read.

I don't remember arriving home but must have
been wary of the smell. After some unsteady removal
that night (your clothes never wholly discarded)
we kissed by the light of your laptop,
we danced to the narration of South Park

Common, that the sensitivity to so much flesh calls
for little light. I caught what l could
when a bright snowfield touched the screen.
Your ample breasts wore a youthful pout,
the skeleton protruded, exploring
where any lie could hide

Your teeth looked on in wonder, a tiny glow giving them eyes.
The Empire State Building looked on from afar.

Your petite frame wrapped in sheet's teaching
inspired such miracles and a yearn for protection.
The heart tumbled and lust exhaled,
above the call of a cathedral organ.

Just as we'd kissed in parks before, l reached
into the hall of your throat, chasing an ominous tail
of pleasure l couldn't call by name. Pushing myself
deep inside you, a desperate attempt to make
two ends meet repeated with every second.

My left hand wrapped around your right wrist
while my right curled like a python
biting your ass with enough vigor to leave
it's dental records the following day,
recounting every thrust of the attack.

Your clitoris was witness
to the engine of blood flow,
teasing a row of pins
jeweled with teeth



Jim S.








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