Bleeding sweat.
The ocean turned over in beats and bass, and the sand moved in the roll of a tongue beneath her stomach and hips, and the rest of the beach gazed at her there while her headphones blasted Modern English and other post punk ’80s bubblegum resurrections. The smell of Coppertone and Pacific had married above her body and pinned my vision on the horizon behind the top of her perfection. I ran my middle finger down her knuckle and she smiled beneath a shroud of wild hair with sweat at the roots.
Back at the house we made it halfway up the stairs before my tongue was up her ass and she was grabbing my hair. Her palms leaned forward and pressed into the carpet while I held her legs off the ground, the grip of my hands on her hips, and I watched her body bounce off our sex while she bucked and came, her hair in her face, her perfections hard at their tips. I arched my back and shot into her and we were frozen there like statues bleeding sweat, my love for her a poem I could never write.
Pleasure Wealth
Inhaling sweet,
sweaty breaths
Your belly, firm yet pliable,
your sun-starved places, shy yet delighting
How can I endure another bend
before my dam fissures, crumbles,
And I am all over inside you?
But I do –
you are unlike any love I've ever made,
we do not simply dance with gravity at our points of entry
We spread the pleasure wealth
out into our eyes, up into our brows,
down into pressure points we never knew we had
As we roll in a blur together
like hummingbirds that know the words
to each other's magic spells
Flustered
Molten, roiling heat in my chest
Exhale billowing clouds of steam
The delicate pink flesh lining my throat licks together
Tongue glossing over the points of teeth
Eager for a bite
Pull yourself up straight
Tightly coiled muscles
Draw my shoulders together
Digging a trench over my spine.
Tunnel vision
Breathe deep
Battle
Hold fast
Arms taut
Battered
Smoldering embers fling sparks high
The heat of your breath
Searing my skin
Leave a mark
Give me a kiss
Deep
Purple and Blue
Leave it anywhere
A perfect, indelicate balance
Two meanings for the word
Tender
On the prowl
Like an ocean of heat, the flames crash inside as a rough tide seeking sustenance.
One body craving another, a hunger hardly separated from the ravishment it seeks.
The sudden warmth of a misinterpretation, tis not love but more passionate and aggressive.
Spontaneous.
Rushing.
Irrational.
Something must be had, the anticipation is too much to bare.
Suddenly both are one and a storm of urges rages on until the attentions of another are caught within this sultry need, and the process starts again.