Blindsided

I rode down her cleavage,
Down her face.
I rode that wind, I rode it hard,
Like a starving pooch in the alley.
The windowed light and creeping warmth
Made sure we were as close as intimacy allows.

Bedside boredom, her hair smells like bleach.
I want a kiss and a stroll on the sheets’ beach.
Seagulls will call her name, I’ll step on cracked shells.
Sadness through pleasure, tranquility in deep measure.
Her gentle scream has finally reached me.

The sailors are dead, shipwrecked and weathered.
We rest on every grain of sand, her plumage feathered.
She is bronze, an Egyptian goddess,
Closed, detached, and heart-achingly honest.
This is the only thing that angers me,
So I pussy fucked her.