Just the Sight  (Spoken word film poetry)

(Entered into Brad's I want to hear voices contest)

https://youtu.be/MRnSbVJRDI0

Just the sight of your hands
Dusted with hair
Made me want to cry
Your crooked teeth in a beautiful mouth
I would try and swipe at with my tongue
Your face so lovely and boyish
I wanted to kiss and lick your eyelids
Their doll like lashes
You were lost and had been
Abandoned by your mother
I wanted to save you and take you into me
But every girl did
And haunted by just your naked collarbone
And wanting to lock my mouth
On your Adam's apple
The look of you in clothes
I wanted to rip from your body
As I forced you against a wall
Your cock that tasted like the sea
When my stepfather would take us sailing
In choppy waters, the boat listing
To where my sandalled feet were scrambling
For purchase and how he laughed at our slippery fear
And there was the same harrowing danger in you
The threat of fatality
A sense of impossible drowning
Your breathing softly crafting my agony
As you looked past me
To the bed where I'd just ridden you
In a violent tossing storm
Within our sad forlorn little hotel room
And silently gathered your things.