sex

Cravings

Latent desires spill over the brim of our red solo cups 
Tonight we are but a satisfying feast, 
An antidote to our nameless craving 
Friendly eyes veer away from our indiscretions,
the way we seem far too comfortable to be mere acquaintances

You treat my body as a greenhouse, 
Stopping to marvel at all the roses
I’m a museum and you’re the boy who scorns the “don’t touch” signs 
I’m the tipsy stumble to the spare room,
you’re the fevered collision of our long lost bodies 
Neither of us are the knocking at the door 

I feel my body melting in your mouth 
A scoop of ice cream dripping down the cone,
licked up in a desperate attempt to savor every last morsel
Your hands treat me with such reverence 
The need to remind myself your embrace is just a lover’s
far more complicated when your lips murmur “baby”,
and this feels like lovemaking incarnate 
I don’t know what just fucking you feels like 
You’re a sprawling ocean,
if I’m not drowning in it I have no desire for it

Validation

I keep making love to validation,
seeking assurance in every hurried stroke 
Every glint in your eyes providing meaning to construe,
every faint display of affection a riddle to solve
Clothing stripped away like my sense of self preservation 
Your grasping hands a steady affirmation,
your inquisitive tongue a testament to my value
Where else is there to find confirmation than the tenderness of your lips?
Than the fleeting moment between apart and within?
Your self-assured entrance brings vindication from hesitancy, 
a brief reprieve from timid caution
Smooth assertion of my wavering worth

Temptation

All euphoric tongue and saliva 
An intoxicating whirlwind of temptation 
Hesitancy swept away with haste
These intermittent reunions
Brief and exhilarating reminiscence, 
stirring musings of former trysts
Intimacy once so coveted 
To deny these swift incidents seems so inconceivable 
No deliberate planning at hand,
only uniting by satisfying circumstance 
As if our inordinate chemistry has grown its own gravitational field,
as if we are just planets bound to serve predetermined cycles 
A magnetism I’ve become far too enamored by
Captivated in the most gratifying way 
Indecision lost to lustful inclination

Voracity

Mindlessly voracious, forfeit to lustful appetites
Fervent gazes of sultry fire,
all consuming 
Drenched frames pressed in harmony
Shifting gears so effortlessly
Engulfed in the movement we share
Drifting on smooth waves,
though we welcome turbulence with dizzying ferocity 
Passion permeates the heavy air between us
Lips pressed in firm assertion 
Affirmation laced with sensuality,
the most arduous affair to withdraw from