Monday, 24 February 2014

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.

Monday, 10 February 2014

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.