Let's have sex

Let's have sex
Let's have squelchy sex
Let's have oozing sex
Sex with laughs
Sex with biting and spitting
Sex with farting noises
Sex with tongues and teeth
Let's have wet sex
Let's have slipping in
   and sudden popping out sex
   grinding and groaning sex
Let's have the taste of sex
   and the smell
The sex of sharp elbows
   and odd angles
The sex of banging bed heads
   and love handles
Gripping the sheets sex
   and yes definitely the smell of sex
Let's have eye contact sex
   and in the dark sex
Sex of under the covers
   and can't breathe
   and sweaty armpit sex
   and you need to cut your nails sex
Sex like we're animals
Like I can't get far enough into you
   deep enough into you
   and sex of just the tip
   the brushing your lips
   and of slow deep thrusts
   and you writhing and wriggling
   so much that I think I might break
Let's have bone-jarring sex
   and flesh-slapping sex
   and all fingers sex
   and fingers in your hair sex
   and far away look in your eye sex
Let's have paying attention sex
   you to me
   and me to you
Let's have sex interrupted by snacks
   and phone calls
   and just getting back into it again sex
Let's have sex
   that the neighbours hear
   and sex-so-silent sex
   tight and silent
   hands on the back of your head sex
Sex that doesn't know any words
   and that sends your voice up
   to the top of your throat
   where it can't do anything except
   sound like you're crying
Oh God sex
Harder sex
Don't stop sex
Yes sex
Yes
   yes, oh yes sex
Fuck
Let's have sex.

The watcher

In my mind's eye
I watch you
open wide your legs
upon the bed
your butterfly knees
while you
aware you are observed
slide fingers
from your moistening tongue
down the soft sheen slope
of your belly

your back arches as you
chase your body contours down
round curve and gully
reading the silent braille
of your skin
tickling a tingling trace
as you succumb
to the growing desire
in your mind

you push
beneath the binding cloth
feel elastic
slip across your nails
climb the cuticle
tenting the fabric
as knuckles bend
and fingers claw
through the furtive brush
to find the swelling
hardening
centre of your desire

while your other fingers and thumb
climb and cup your breast
find the thickening nipple
roll and pinch and pull
and below
dew runs slick and warm
onto your thighs
you butter the unfurling petals
with your rich ointment
the sticky scent
of your body's liquid gift
rises to your nostrils
you taste the tang
of your simmering musk
as your lip slips
between your teeth

and I watch
as your eyes meet mine
as your fingertips
find the roll of their music
plying the folds of flesh
pushing, pulling
conjuring the heat
up, up, up
into the growing bud

faster and faster
the fingers work the livid bulb
finding their fulcrum
their infinite wind
the rite of eight
the down and round
and up and round
and down and round
the flesh pulsing
under their cushioned pressure

and as you press and preen
pull dampened cloth aside
I see into you
through the glistening

gape
to the darkest entrancing core
of your passion

the centre of you rises
bucking
riding the fire
that flames within
winding
in the grip
of tightening spasm
and your anticipation calls
and mews
growls
catches in your throat
muffles breath tight
again
again
as sensation
conquers thought
and body rules
and cunt demands
and rocks rage rhythms
within you
stifling your yelps

harder and faster
and the blood burns
boils
the itch
the torment of unrelease
the climb to ecstasy
until
until
at last
at once
coming to the top
the tip
the wordless hah
the blessing
the thriving
striving
driving
jive of muscles
wave upon wave
contracting
shuddering
gripping
wracking
wrecking
widening
waylaying

weakening
slowing now
climbing down
coming down
coming home

and puckered fingers
leave this succulent nest
and climb to your mouth again
that you may taste
the sweet, sweet
nectar of release

anoint

There is soft wet flesh here
your dripping lips
a rich pool of moisture gathering
damming within
now running down your inner thighs
seeping into the sheets
yes, I'll paddle in this oozing musk
glaze these berry lips
while I've got you on the bed

four fingers pushing in

thumb moulding above

palm cradling the arc of bone

the drapes of flesh

my other hand spread
across your throat
fingers, thumb
squeezing the carotid pulse
I hold you still
I stifle the moan
grip the groan in your chest
as I prepare
hard knuckle-deep
pushing
pumping my hand into slick cheeks
your liquor weeping, seeping
between my fingers

but this

is not enough

my rock rod stands firm
twitches
throbs
his shining eye
already pluming a liquid pearl
he needs the plunge
the slam
the angry drive

the bone on bone 

the deep and dark
the hot, wet whole of you


I lean back
I need to see
the first thrust
the tight shining head push
purple and pink
parting your glistening lips
as the mouth of your sex
sucks him in
by inch
by slippery, silken inch
skin sliding within skin

But no... 
No gentle fuck this
no soft parade
no whispered promises
no muttered love
I'll bang the fuck into you
and fuck the bang
pound you on the bed
crack plaster on the wall

each jump
thumping the breath from you
bruising the peach
of your ass cheeks

you moan, groan
whimper, whine
as the pounding beats life into you
flushing your flesh

hot, tense blood

push your hand down there
feel the probe slide in and out
open a v in your fingers
feel it dragging your lips into you
and out again
in and out
in and out
pulling at the deep root
of your core
more and more
winding you up
wounding you
tightening you
the blood flood rising

feel my thickening gristle within you
the bone churning inside you
riotous and rigid
stretching you
filling you
drilling you
in and in
deeper
and harder
harder
and deeper
plunging
thumping
drinking the verjuice
of your sexmouth
heart pumping
thumping
dumping
jumping

he is full
tip-tight with liquor

ready

plump with stirred blood 

to stump up

to pump

yes
yes he's
he's
he's going to
I'm going to

the grip of my balls

a riptide

ready to

yes

yes

yes to
burst into you
but - 
at first spurt
I pull back out
to spill the sticky gloss
upon your skin
across your flushed flesh
silver droplets spray

start to run

in slithering streams

you grab at the itch of them
as you feel them trickle
scoop them in your fingers
carry the tender treasure
to your lips
anoint your face
with the thick rich chrism... 

close your hand

Close your hand

around me
let curling fingers find
the shape of me
feel the growing heat
in your passionate grip
as skin palms skin
feel the hardening rock within

scent musk
taste nectar-peppered air
from tip to tongue
from lip to lung
nose me in

feel full of the aroma
of my longing
feel the burning hunger

of my yearning

it grazes your heart

phrases the beat

calls the rapid drum to heat

my rising blood
is in your hands

draw up the flame

bite

eat

drag teeth

curl tongue

taste brewing fire

sense the building

coming burst

hold fast

hold tight

the grip

the grasp

the climbing gasp

and then

the bruising spurt

yours to taste

yours to gulp

your tongue swirl

buttering the tip

this lovers' slip

sliding from your moving mouth

this curdling cream

this salty soup

these viscous drops

these silken drips

this glazing on your golden lips

let flow the stream

let go the gleaming sup

that it may drain upon my belly

for you to lap again

and taste and eat

the intimate essence of me

as I drown in an ecstasy

of emptiness

My lips are wet

My lips are wet

at the thought of you

tongue tensing

sliding across my mouth

My hands upon you

thumbs pushing

pulsing into your flesh

fingers smoothing

soothing skin

curve and mound 

then clasping

scraping nails

stretching sinews 

pressing into bone

I have a thirst

a hunger

I would sip the drool of your passion

Lie back

my hands on your knees

push to open you

flatten you out

spill you apart

my eyes feasting

lips find your velvet skin

begin to kiss

a slow descent

kiss

nose to inner thigh 

kiss

sliding home

kiss

breathing warm sweet musk

kiss

the bitter verjuice

I drink you

kiss

and now

my lips engage with yours

tongue delving 

parrying between the folds

plunging into the dark centre of you

saliva pools

lap

the sound of tongue on love

lap

Lap

Let me push and push

deep and deeper

seeking the secret

the soft salt wound

the slippery slopes

my mouth hungry for your raw flesh

teeth testing the stretch

the bite

the curl of wet silk against my lips

my wet beard

painting this tickling canvas

my mouth eating

grinding on the meat of you

my hunger buzzing into you

droning into you

moaning

faster

faster

my fingers find you

find the slick fickle fumbling

my lips and teeth

pushing my fingertips against you

into you

feeling your skin move over your bone

driving deep, deeper, deep down into you

tongue finding the focus

firing your animus

the foolish heart of your sensation

dipping into you

slipping into you

in and out

and

in and out

the tension in your body

arcs your back

you writhe

but still I ride 

my mouth and teeth and tongue

drinking the thick dark syrup

the spasm grips you

grips again

your muscles tighten around me

squeeze me

bite me

eat me

grip me

as the orgasm rises

rises

wave upon wave

a crazed rave

crashing and splashing between us

For S