Sex

5/4/24

Fingers sneaking, floorboards creaking.
(Don’t tell. Don’t let it get out.)
Cool Runnings, Ice Age coming.
(I know no situation is ever the same.)
Wipe it off. Flush it down.
(My prayer has failed. My words are few.)
Take me away. Take it all away.
(Take it, take it, take it…)
Close your eyes. Turn everything dark
to the wayside, of the highlife,
in the hindsight, of the silhouette
outline of your moves.
I’m sleeping in waking — wake up.
I’m baking the rim — taking in
all your —

Flip it, turn it, pat it, fuck it.
Hit it, quit it, give it a minute.
I love it, I love it.
I want it. I need it.
Pu-pu-push me till I seize it!
Pull a chair and cuck it.
Duh-duh-don’t you get it?
I don’t love you,
I just love it.