Sweet and Sour

Teach me all your sweet and

sour words of love, those

tongue-twisting lyrics of lust which you

mouth slowly, carefully, as if my

glottis were a three-year-old;

giggle uncontrollably when I

mispronounce; pounce, your

organ-stop nipples gouging my chest as you

attack my ear to

whisper hotly all that those

sinuous syllables symbolise.

Coccyx II

I’ll bet you are kneading your

tiny breasts, teasing, twisting your

taut nipples as your weight

settles on my shoulders, your

wet core seeking the

dry ground of my vertebrae, slowly

slithering down my spine until the

nub of your clit rubs the

stub of my tail.