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Monday, April 13, 2015

In The Kitchen



You know me

and

if you stand
there at the sink
like that
your naked
buttocks
shining out from the back
of your apron
then you can only have
a certain expectation

so do not be surprised
when I accept your invitation
when I step up behind you
and I run my morning hand
in between your silky thighs
and up to your warm
dewy
centre of attention

you might slide a little back
rest your moistness on my forearm
and then start
a gentle jigger
as in I slide a middle finger

and as my left hand
finds your nipple
beneath the vinyl apron
you drop the
pan you’re washing
splashing back into the bowl
and you bend a little forward
and I feel you part
your legs
and there’s a tightening
in your breath
and a reddening in your soul

and your hands reach
back to find me
getting tangled in my shorts
and you pull at the elastic
and you grab
me with wet fingers
pulling at me
back and forth
until there is
no point of being
anywhere
but up inside you

and here I am then
reaching
and I’m climbing
up inside you
banging up against
the sink
until you make me stop
so you can
turn to face me
and then you clamber up
rest your buttocks
on the drainer
on the rigid chilly edge
of the fitted kitchen drainer

and you pull me back inside you
you feed me deep inside you
and eat me with your
hot wet lips
and your feet come
clamping round me
and you’re pulling,
pulling,
pulling

and I’m still ramming
up inside you
your head goes back
my hand goes up
to feel your throaty growl

and I sense the rushing movement
of the blood within your body
gushing to the centre of
the feelings that are growing

and heat is rising quickly
as the kettle starts to boil
and all the butter’s melting
and the cream is oozing out
from every nook and cranny
and the plates upon the drainer
are slipping and are sliding
they’re falling and they’re smashing

as they hit the kitchen floor

but now my pump is working
I’m pumping up inside you
while the kitchen
cupboards open
and the glass breaks in the door

then you grab a tea towel
and you wrap it round my head
and you smack me in the mouth
with a stale loaf
of bread