A new way

             
Since the first two humans              
frantically humped in the bushes              
praying not to get eaten            
by a Tyrannosaurus Rex,            
there have been billions,              
perhaps trillions              
of other cocks and cunts              
shoving, and heaving,              
and thrusting, and spurting.              
             
They've fucked against trees,              
and towers, and poison bats,              
in every possible genital combination,              
known to man,            
and some only known              
to an extinct              
relative of the hyena.              
             
So when I step around the counter              
to meet you at the door,              
there's nothing new              
in what we're going to do.              
             
Nothing but repetition in              
the cock-tits-balls-cunt-            
slap-spew-slurp-kiss              
come.            
             
fuck, yes            
             
Like every good thing in art,              
it's all been done before.              
             
The masters, though.            
they do the same thing              
in a new way.              
             
Baby, you feel like a new way.        
             
You feel like a new way              
when you smile,          
stand still, and nod              
so I can jump on you like a              
stupid teenager,              
and we kiss-like-we'll-die-without-each-other's air            
like all lovers            
             
And, yeah.              
My legs are going to              
wrap around your waist.              
             
Why waste perfectly great              
long legs just standing there?          
Because it's been done?              
             
Fuck that.            
             
Nobody,              
not even me,              
in this same position with you yesterday,              
has looked at you like this,              
your cheeks held by              
the tips of my fingers            
as I memorize the way              
your hair is a little disheveled.            
             
Whatever we create again              
for the first time              
can’t match your lip in my teeth              
as you leverage me against the door,            
both of us trapped in my bra,              
struggling to not laugh              
             
and failing.              
             
Whatever we do that's been done            
makes me laugh harder            
when you slingshot the damn bra              
across the room              
           
You've taken my breath away for              
daysweeksforever            
and none of it compares              
to the way you're doing it again              
             
for the first time.              
             
You feel like a new way              
every time you walk in the room            
             
Tomorrow              
when lamenting that              
we just fucked against the door,              
(look I still have splinters in my ass…)            
 
I'll forget to think about              
anything              
but the way you feel              
fucking              
my              
insides              
out                         
against the              
most sturdy door              
in the history of the world,    
             
and prove,                          
again              
             
fuck, yes            
             
that baby,    
you feel like a new way.