Cherry Bottom Blues

that last plunge home, fortissimo ¬
                       rhythms from your scrotum .....
when i said "yeah i'm cherry” it was all set down,
nothing left to chance,         you lubed & loosened me with finesse
one finger, two, then three                prostate jolt             lightning bolt
had to piss but the glow set in
                      hips ascending, fuckhole tight, cockjuice in rude amounts
                      wind from air you fingered in
but torture was the music
                      practice riffs
                with white boy chords and afro syncopation
glans next, raspberry gumdrop, huge and chewy treat/
                                                   then       shaft      
with ambling ample veins wrapping its circumference a vital
pulsing licorice stick:   
                      and so the slide, long rumbling ride--
groans, deep with pain -
and my anus burning and my belly churning
still it was cock               driving brotha cock.
                               (Man, am i
your       first                 black dick,
                                       you sure you can take it all?)
                                                                  cock and balls
low hangers slapping the backs of mine.      and it's in
my butt against your pubes and you're shaved so       smooth
                                                you will give me creamy glowing
memories illuminated in your semen.     and everywhere sting,
joy, ooze, need, heat, freedom,         improbable explosions/     the ecstasy
of gut right,                tear me up,                       sweat and blood,
the whole slippery swirl.
and you said “you got it all, man"              and it was
                   a l l   t h e   w a y   i n  
balls deep           us two knowing it, knowing       black
                                                                 & cherry bottom white boy
still jazz, the glissando of your ejaculation
celebrating my submission,      outre joy
of pain:    wedged in         jammed in
in the repertoire
of melodic heart and hole/               not just one, not the
               isolate
you might think, but alive and in glory
you played my slick & shining ass .....ahhhhhhhhh!
               kickin' dude, blues by the foot.
there was nothing more i could have wished
stretched drumhead right, you spewing liquid tunes
blowing me full of soul       now            listening .... listening,
      hearing only echoes of the blues you played within me.

JAT
27Sep01