- Erotic Poetry
- The Gift (Or, A Self-Fulfilling Prophecy)
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I am done.
You said something so vile
A precious gift, this surety.
So, yes, I am done with projections and
Accusations
And demands and dismissal.
But when I lay down
Fingers tease
Nothing happens downstairs
And then I remember
How it felt
How you shouted.
Your impossible wetness
So bountiful on my tongue.
And suddenly I’m quickened
And breathless
And grinding
My cunt an endless question
Never to be answered.
But that’s ok, because I remember your fist
in my hair
As my tongue burned and labored
Working doubletime
On your swollen nub.
Again and again
And you were yelling
And so am I, voice raw
In this empty room
As I take flight.
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