Sex Poem

Let me fuck you.

I want to know

the inside of you,

weeping out,

staining the sheets

with self-evident

passion. Let me

want you. Don't

say anything. Just

moan. Just cry.

Just scream.

Become draped

across the underside

of the present and

for God's sake

shut your eyes

and feel it. Run

your hand across

my back;

the starry sky is there.

Grab the hair

on my chest;

the deep dirt

of gods' hands

are folded and trapped

with the dust of my mind.

Unlock the struggling

hawk, sunlit in the fire

of passion.

Suck the very soul of me

and digest the waste

with your pleasure.

Let me fuck you.

Let me say nothing

but horrible things and

let me grope the orgasm

from you. Give me

stripes to wear proud

on my back and

I will make you forget

every bad memory

in a blinding flash

of head and sweat.

Let me fuck you.

I promise you

will want it again.