sshh, it’s a sex poem

tongue in my mouth that isn’t mine, speak me there with unworded love,

say what you think of me silent, with your lips pressed on my body

say what you think of me, with your mouth full of my flesh


The basics

Even though I know I shouldn’t be aspiring to this – which I’m not-

it would be so much easier to stumble through life, knowing that I could come home and fuck you.

Just to take your hand in the supermarket, or the bar, or at a bus stop and let your presence lift me up.

Exchange glances,

Feel the plunging realness of love in different circumstances.