Saturday, December 19, 2015

Fuckable


ffffffuuuuuuccccckkkk
your lips wrap around
every single primal letter
and the short thrust
of syllable

your teeth
clench around it
gnashing uncontrollably
prolonging it
almost -
but not quite -
unbearably

ripping the sound
rising from
your hot wet throat
with a pleasure
that's almost pain
and such pain
that skirts around
pleasure

fuck
fuck
fuck!!!

your hands grip
the sweaty sheets
as your body
twists flips and stutters
and then
that loooooooong body arch
the rigor mortis of desire
le petit mort
bends your back
like the girl
in the exorcist
yes possessed

f
u
c
k

you!

you swear
at the fiend
playing you
like a fiddle
or sleek red violin

the devilish digits
that just won't quit
the toys
soft and hard
carving out
your skin
and THAT
ah that knowing flesh
that lovingly probes
your hot spots

and that laughter
rising in waves and waves
at your endless fucks
punctuating their ears
loving every minute
of fucking
your most fuckable self

and when you finally let go
for the final time
(this time)

they whisper
in your exhausted ear
you
are
hot
as
fuck
my dear

so
very
fuckable.

***

3 comments:

Curvaceous Dee said...

This is great poetry. And very hot!

xx Dee

Gordon Burrows said...

I think this is a fabulous poem, well structured, tells a great story, and it's so very sexual and so very hot. It turned me on, hard.

1ManView said...

Very erotic.. Very nice iece..

peace and love
1ManView