Submissions by sarahspeaks
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Mercy
after your plane has landed...
after you have welcomed yourself tothe taking of me in mytree house world...
aftermy clothes have beenripped to shreds...
after I have screamed mercy to no avail from astride you on your broken throne...
whenmy hair is wet with salty sweat...
whenit hurtstoclose my legs on my swollen, slick, and spent cunt...
when you have gathered me into your arms and kissed my tears and praised myrelease as my thighs quiver and juicesdrench your cock and balls,
and as the music plays on,
I am going to leadyou to my bed and pour tequila along...
after you have welcomed yourself tothe taking of me in mytree house world...
aftermy clothes have beenripped to shreds...
after I have screamed mercy to no avail from astride you on your broken throne...
whenmy hair is wet with salty sweat...
whenit hurtstoclose my legs on my swollen, slick, and spent cunt...
when you have gathered me into your arms and kissed my tears and praised myrelease as my thighs quiver and juicesdrench your cock and balls,
and as the music plays on,
I am going to leadyou to my bed and pour tequila along...
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Wishing for Summer during a Winter Bike Ride Alone
I want to follow sizzling snakes of tar that cut through open prairie
under blistering blue sky
I want to plow through heat as green grass bows to me
With my body, a copper knife hot from the forge,
I want to slice through air laden thick with humidity
I want to remember myself
My voice is the honey humming of calescent bees
My hair is the Arizona wave baked of iron, hematite, goethite
My eyes are the forest floor simmeringgreen and brown
Sweat teases my desert curves
My breath bubbles up from volcano lungs
My mind is searing calm as I walk in the...
under blistering blue sky
I want to plow through heat as green grass bows to me
With my body, a copper knife hot from the forge,
I want to slice through air laden thick with humidity
I want to remember myself
My voice is the honey humming of calescent bees
My hair is the Arizona wave baked of iron, hematite, goethite
My eyes are the forest floor simmeringgreen and brown
Sweat teases my desert curves
My breath bubbles up from volcano lungs
My mind is searing calm as I walk in the...
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