[heat] an experiment in the art of love.fucking

 

I feel sweat.
my hands heavy- holding your wrists
above your head. this is how we begin.
lips resting on lips.
resulting in something much
more forceful
than simply a kiss.

you push.
silly miss. forcing your body
against mine- somewhat reminiscent of
undressing with intent. I see
that smile you hide behind those lips-
it creeps, the way my hands
slide down your sides: gracing hips
grip tight. a shove and
we become a mismatch of [hers&his]
back on bed. clothes rip.
skin on skin; this
is our kiss.

on lips. mine bite collarbone
and I hear [gasp] and twitch. legs entrap. this
love- is what makes fucking exist.
with fingers digging into skin. I tongue poems
about sex down neck. body spasm
baby- the way your hips
pull me in. skin on skin
I could make heart/beats skip steps
and your nails
they speak letters down back
make me yours-
while I'm making you mine.

grab arms- press down
those eyes speak devious. say mine.
I press against, lover.
this- is how we kiss, I say.
this is just
how we begin.