Fuck Buddies

She is lithe, tall, with a slash of red lipstick
tranquil?
Mischievous grins and cool rain
She sits at the phone, conspiring and to a degree, alone.
She yields the brush with metallic blue
And moans this piggy’s for you.
Shakes her head, tosses her hair back and it catches me
Deep in the pools of her eyes I am falling
Her words rush out like a hurricane wind
And yet arousal, distraction, they evade me…

Turn the stove past hot.
Icy burn
Grim predictions of the fall rain, sunshine.
I am harder for you then the platinum tread,
The ounce of grammar, the carat of denial.
Entangled in sheets of white, areola bleeds through.
The words rush back and fill the room
I want you, I need you, I desire this, echoes, cacophony.
They brush my ears like her soft lips. Stinging.

Spread out on a wooden chair
Wide
Her thumb pushes over the hood, between major over minor
And a drop leaves
It falls, through the cacophony, the echoes, the hardness
Outstretch my tongue where it lands, energized, we are
Entangled, twisting with the wind, like a flame, encounters
Rising up off the trivial into the desired bliss
Ascending over the echoes, the white noise, the din
Like wisps of smoke it is gone.

Fuck Buddies