"Dirty Dishes"

It's like being stuck to a piece of stale paper,
a big surprise of flesh and meat dripping soggy in texture.
Hot hands of closed spaces around your bare waist and
it's like getting caught in the hot tub.
I want you red like copper and sweet like honey,
dripping in small amounts down my throat of raw intention.
You're lethal in large doses,
I've tasted it before.
A billion fires lit in my stomach that night,
ones that reached into the sadistic smile I so gripped.
Your ribs are showing above the skin like candy I can lick.
The way your hips grind against my body and
when you arch your dripping back like a shark hunting.
It's funny because I always feel so cold inside,
your tongue and mouth melting away an ice so cold it burns.
Smoke leads my way to your aching space filled with softness,
all I wanted to say was that I missed you but your fire
your fire led me to your mouth and so on.
My hands keep you against the bed made of gold and bottles.
One and one is two, two of you inside of my head playing a game at once.
It's a lot like a deer in the headlights,
your eyes get all wide and flutter shut before the cheeks I kiss flush with red and suddenly my hands are covered in you.
Lips glossy with insides of your orgasmic pleasure,
I'm caught in your gaze.
Bodies pressed against each other and I feel a tingle or tickle between my legs,
your fingers brushing against me so I clench and open up to you.
This time I won't pull away as my hands bleed a new crimson color
all over your sweating chest.
Summer time heat between your curls of brown hair and softer lips.
Dear god,
your hands are all over my body
touching every crevas and placement of sweet sin.
And then the moment comes where you tug my legs around you
your flesh slipping inside me with a burning and stretching inside.
A gaping mouth and a breathless gasp in your ear as my hands tangle through your hair,
my body moving with yours.
We clash and drop against the cold of the bed,
sweating and loving and fucking like a wild breed.
Nails and teeth.
Backs layed all across the main road labeled sex.
Wet, hot, layered, gasping, breathing, morphing, twisting creatures of mass pleasure and uncontrollable desire.
Then moments where I thought I'd collapse in sheer romance,
they stretch and end with another release of you.
It dribblings like the sweat on my back,
you kiss me and I kiss you.
You always said you wished friends with benefits were real.