drinking down the harvest

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assignment #1

the forced march uphill is no comparison to the
begging for the push and release over the edge





drinking down the harvest:

thighs quiver in the erratic rhythm
of a marathon-exhausted body needing water,
salts, and a sharp focus finish line

instead given only a smile up from down between,
this sweat dripped head peering over
belly up between breasts

bringing her to the edge,
his slick smile pauses the gnaw and grind
for words awaiting answers

breath and beg parched lips
whisper, "please"

"beg your pardon?"
this bears repeating,
louder this time
like you mean it

only you know what promises will be made,
conditions accepted, what labels will be confessed,
today am I your slut, whore, bitch?

what wishes completed
for this gift of satisfaction
check off pre-paid list of naughty nice
demands of self pinch and insertion,
spit clean the tools of tough love pleasure

fingers placed flat between
while the other hand smacks them down
buffered swat on the right spot
each with another smile, another moan

another pause, teeth on knees
looking down at tears
suddenly turning to crazed eye
clenched teeth growl
motherfucker justdoit do it!

finally the give in,
the lay down chin circular pressure,
resurrection lift, roll away the stone
for this re-hydration of Spring,
bringing the open earth pulsing to life
before eyes, into mouth

drinking down the harvest.

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