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

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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.

Honest dating profile

I just want someone to sleep with in both ways. Someone with whom a love can grow happily – with neither one of us shouldering more burden than the other. I don’t want to labour or suffer for you. I want to easily please you and to be easily pleased in return. In you hands, I want to feel my restlessness lift away and leave me. I want to exercise vulnerability and not resilience. I want to feel no restraint, only joy, as I lie with you fondly and feel gladdened by your heavy presence, your lion-gentle breath.