Sex

His flirty stare embodies ardent sex
A spider tattoo crawling up his leg
I want to touch it and suck it
Let myself become so bad

The tea I sip is directly from China
The flowers sit red at the kitchen table
I’m remembering who gave them to me
He who warmed up that cold heavy day

Zebra and Tom meow their way between my legs
Carefully, they tangle my tired walk
It’s funny how cats are so selfish
They remind me of certain people before him

My socks pink and purple butterflies
My skin dry from the strong heat
My dirty thoughts digest this reality
Of all the possibilities yet to come

The day where the moment will arrive alone
Quiet when I’d let him reach under my shirt
Let him press his thick pressure again my leg
Until a kiss satiates all that yearning sex

I keep creating pretty images of how it’ll be
To fell that passionate for a man again
Not having to wonder where it’ll all take me
For I’d only want to live just right under his skin

Right here, feeling his smell on my lips
Mixing his culture with mine
Holding his tight cheeks so tight
Pulling him gently deep inside

For the first time in a long time
I get this high off of a smile
I long for when he rushes by me
So I can feel the tension building between our bodies

Where could I have known
That this mess would lead to this release
A longing so simple and deeply-seated
A chance to sex so incredibly needed