Unexplored fantasy

I'm tired – I need a good rest without the stress
of smiling as Sisyphus

I need work that's doable in the day,
or week or month, at least someday
I need my responsibilities reasonable,
even if not easily reachable
I need the ears above me to hear
and make change not to the dance, but the stage

I need my value verified,
by reducing the excusing
of the subtle deoxygenation of all the souls in the room

And we wonder why we walk this line shorter and shorter,
feeling shorted more and more of the time
a pervasive emptiness growing, no words to fill
...another defeat or keep pushing the rock up the hill

I lie down legs wide open
watching you watch me
slide my fingers inside myself
a show just for you

And you make me ache with wanting
make me beg you to slide over
and let me feel you hands
amp up the intensity of mine
until we're both inside me

Your body smells like me
my fingers in your mouth
your mouth on my lips
the taste of me mingling
with the taste of you

And today wasn't made
for slow love
but you make
our midday quicky
feel like an eternity
held in a moment
and all we can feel
is the way our bodies
are made for perfect pleasure

Eyes closed against
the sunlight
I paint your face
with the end of me
feel your teeth
bite down on my fingers
tasting what's left of me

You're the kind of friend  
I'd be happy to make out with  
and not as the prelude  
to something more naked  
 
I just like the way your mouth curves  
and I'd like to have a taste  
without the burden  
of expectations  
 
And you walk the line  
of good and bad  
with enough finesse  
I think you could  
lick my tongue  
without us falling in love  
 
I miss the the promiscuity  
of my youth  
that had me kissing  
any willing mouth I chose  
 
So come and kiss me  
without the expectation  
that our friendship  
will be different tomorrow