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All-sorts

i.           
           
You want me dirty,           
do you, Darlin'?           
           
Dirty like a rough fuck in a back alley           
where you've got me helpless, excited but emotionless          
arms up, legs spread, back turned to kitty-stretch for easy access           
I'm holding tight and the metal 'clank-clanks'          
as you start with a lick on the gash and bite on my pearl           
stand to pull my head back by my hair and rock me hard          
(did I say 'emotionless'?)           
and I can scream if I want          
'cause it's not that uncommon          
to hear a woman's scream in this part of town           
           
           
ii.           
           
You do want me backstage,          
don't you, Baby?           
           
Backstage like a post-show private dance after eyes connecting          
all-night-glances locking then laughter, banter, re-decked          
in my black lace lingerie and those naughty  
red hot stilettos from the pole act -           
but my hair's loosed just for you           
and I'm giving up           
to the simple honesty in one night's mutual admiration           
your deep eyes stoke my usual desperation to feel something genuine          
and I know you're only a special occassion          
but tonight we're here, and damn right, we'll have it now           
           
           
iii.          
           
Let me close           
won't you, Dear?           
           
Close like a comfy make-out session on the couch          
after too much alcohol          
TV playing a music channel, low lights and grinding through jeans          
till my panties are soaked, acting like teenagers           
supposed to be doing homework when nobody's home -           
sex tension rips at the rest until the test is over           
and marks are born of blazing desires, not avarice by owner         
We'll lose ourselves in each other's limbs and aftermath           
until morning breaks our sleepy bubble           
and it's time to take the day       
       
       
iv.       
       
Remember me         
will you, Love?       
       
Just like this, breathless, open on the back seat we share       
once the rush is appeased and recedes from my cheeks, my chest       
You had me revved by the taste of shallows on skin, taken in         
by heady scent of wood smoke and the many tongues you're fluent in         
bodies heaving rhythm, hips imploring, more desperate with every dip and rise    
till you filled and kissed me calm, sore and satisfied       
Remember us like this: late sky sending the sun down without us       
whispering with heavy eyes we make no promises       
and when mention of 'later' draws grins on our faces       
only fools lips would speak the word, "love"       
Written by Jestalessa
Published | Edited 10th Jan 2012
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