Cousins

Cousins

My resolve lay in rubble
No longer a proud monument errected by virtue
This heap scattered at the knee of my genuflect pre felatio
Shattered to stone bits by desire

His dark eyes had fueled such strange fire
With second sight staring centuries back into me
Sharing birthright glimpses of genetic memory grown by familial ancestry
His gaze smoldered a hellfire sure to follow his intent
As did his trembling touch
When slowly he traced the soft curving lines of my developing youth
Grasping there
And gave furious fling sending naive and sheltered modesty reeling
Leaving wanton grind pivoting abandon
Until down deep rose throwing back its head and i met my first true moan

My childhood playmate had disappeared before me
Now stood above my submissive bow, Man
And twisted sweaty palm into my hair
Shoving himself further and deeper past my parted lips towards explosive release
Shooting our innocence from private parts into gag and swallow in pearly white euphoric spurts

After, We lay panting like lovers a long while
Before taking the long path back to our former selves
Stood unsure, wearily stepping back across lines warning forbidden sexuality drawn with promise of condemnation by our mothers and fathers
Both of us red faced and bargaining with remorse
Until Our Christian posture once again shrugged appropriate behavior
And walked towards the delicious smell of our Grandmas southern cooking
I asked if I should set the table
With a new taste of wickedness still salty in my mouth