my thigh over your middle the muscled centre of you where all the good stuff is
(besides your face and hands and heart)
my lips on your nose my teeth on your nose your teeth on my chin
your lips on my chin your lips on my neck your tongue on my neck
your teeth (gentle) on my neck
your hands on my back pressing into two years of terror
your eyes in my gaze as my eyes say, brace yourself
my thighs suddenly grounding you
my hips on your hips
I play for keeps
you laughing at me
you nodding at me
you nodding as I speak the quietest I’ve ever spoken
your confident, cocksure voice
“I’m going to come,”
your hips still driving as I exhale your name
I wish I hadn’t said your name
I wish I wasn’t so starved
Maybe I wouldn’t have spent the morning in the back of my car
draped over you
“I didn’t expect or intend on this,”
I expected and intended on this
Every man who lays beneath me falls a little bit in love
but not the best bit
not the heart
I wish you had listened to the entire fucking song
you coward
I wish I could feel you press into me
I wish I could feel you wanting me
particularly me
but I was only ever “pretty”
wasn’t I?
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Not all of my work is quite so somber (or succinct) but I thought this was a good first piece to share. I’m looking to write commissions—if you’re interested, send me a note!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gkjgtz/i_wish_flashback_poetry_fm