Slip

I like it
when you like it
when I slip inside you
the fingers of my
mind
and lines
plunging deep
thrusting
sheets
all thrown around
cruising the sound
of your moaning appreciation

Slip
Slide
Slip inside...

“Alive” she cried,
and then I died...

I love it
when you love it
when I slip my hands
beneath your tailored covers
perusing the geography
of your supple breathless ecstasy
beneath me
riding me
kneeling humbly in front of me
The topography
of your anatomy
calls to me
teases me
with promises
of release in me
I’ve longed to take
and fuck
and sate

Slip
Slide
Slip inside...

“Alive” she cried,
and then I died...

I come alive
when I cum inside
your willing temple, arched
and ready
The architecture
of this dark adventure
whispers like a prayer
beneath
the wanton sinful echoes
of our clutching grasping
shared fucking
in gleeful sin
Let me count the ways
I’ve slipped inside you
Tally the days
I’ve painted my soul within you
Who but me
could feed you
hot liquid emotion
in your every waiting mouth
and kiss you after?

I spend most days
A Good Man
A Moral Man
But to keep the sanity
to check all impulse
Sometimes...I have to slip

Slip
Slide
Slip inside...

“Alive” she cried,
and then I died...

...until she gave me those eyes,
all over again