Cannot Forget

morning stretch
outside my covers
long lean legs
i touch
my hand
to my inner thigh
pushing against
resistance
close my eyes
reveal to my pain
the memory
of those moments
you spent
here
where my hands
now lie
 
Gentle force
against me
lucid with lust
elevated by
a feeling
approaching love
and accumulating
in the lost
distance
between our
toned and trembling
bodies-
i a victim
to the aesthetic pleasure
of watching
you fuck me
 
This moment
passes
nearly every morning
and I
cannot forget.

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To Bite You

 
 
Ripe plum-
Violet
Spotted
Sun-stained
Sweet
I trace slowly
The thin shield
That holds
Its succulent juices
From my lips
And all that desire it
 
I feel the delicate
Vulnerable curve
Of the soft fruit
Nature has grown
For me
To put to my mouth
On this day
I so parched
And undeserving
Can think of nothing
But to devourer
This fine plum
At its peak.
 

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