Your Trousers

Your trousers warm me more than they do you.
Kneeling before you, your pants romance me more than love.
You’re beautiful in slacks, but lovelier out of them.
I slip them off your legs, sprouting forth are your wiry hairs.
Your shorts, now, slipped off, too;
It's a sight that I’ve always enjoyed.

You have sprung a leak,
and each time I am open-jawed,
doubly ready and out of pure surprise at its size:
The veins protrude, and the cream must be licked up like a lollipop.
It has missed me, I can tell, but it must be bashed, destroyed,
first by my quick and furious hand,
and then the accommodating and gaping pocket in my face.

There are no such things as limits;
I take you all the way in, past the throat’s hanging bell,
but I wish I could swallow it deeper to my soul, unseen but there.
You must understand,
that I on my knees is just a symbol:
I’m ready to beg and submit to all that you have to offer;
I have fallen and there’s no such hell
I wouldn’t prepare myself to be victim to.

And outside the window, as the arctic white blows,
I must do the same and be the weather’s double,
all the more willing to be stained by your hot snow,
when the cymbals clash and I open to your sighing cue.
Pink and velvet sleeve for the eruption,
we fit together like a puzzle.
Where you end, I begin, and I kneel lower,
to take you all the way, as deep as I can,
and I take it and I love it and I suck it and kiss and nuzzle.

It is mine. It is my teddy bear, my thing of solace.
I have never known a greater thing than slacks unzipped.
And when your body clenches and you’ve spurted like a man,
I know I love you, bared and stripped;
Naked body, naked mind, naked soul.
The touches are quick and clipped, as is my pacifying,
and you fall back against the wall, content with the satisfying.

It is time to put your slacks back on.
Leg by leg, I dress you, as if you were a limp and dying man.
I must dress you again,
and am teased by the way your legs and ass move in the fabric;
With a swoosh, you move like a breeze.
You glide to me when it is time to accommodate you,
and I succumb to you and my passion willingly.
I am built to please,
and everything about you is sexual and tantric.