i’m dead
she struck me
she sucked the evening
out of my pants
and pockets
we left the bar
banned for life
after we got caught
making out in the kitchen
during her work hours
so off we went to the club
where i fingered her
while we danced
and back we went to the car
where she first blew my cock
and off we went to get gas
and more cash
flung our shirts open at the ATM
i took her home without her clothes
she bent on the couch
but i wanted her on the bed
fucked until we slept
she said i was her bitch
before we closed our eyes
i said okay if you’ll stay
she said yes if you’ll keep me
six weeks into seeing this wild woman
she’s soft to me
she’s bright night or day
she’s overflowing jazz
there’s no such thing as
too many erections
or too much love
or ass.
—kristina taylor, from my book FLORAL MOANS, out on Amazon. [nsfw] [poetry]