S & L
How do they do it , sex — without love ? All Hands tongues desire working in tandem to Rip the body apart , as if . He wants a piece of me To replace his own . I do not mind it rough hot wet Wet as rain slick-walking in shoes with no sole
Primeval forces muddy the brain ' s reason He gnashes his teeth , eyes clench shut I move in deep , then deeper still until I hear His short intakes of breath Oh Jesus God Damn Please , don ' t , stop , give me more . More . Yes
Harder faster . Oh baby . I ' m gonna — come . I ' m gonna . Come . Now . Can you feel me ? Fill me up . Now . Nothing fake about these moans . And then — my knees too weak to walk . Still Sweat on my brow , I think only about recovery . So , you thought you owned your body — too .
I smell the after-smell of birth and death Too late for any regrets . I roll the sensation Between my fingertips , his DNA beneath My fingernails and I imagine — this is the stuff The universe is made . So why do they do it — Playing witness to their own spent desires , as if
Always , expecting a surprise . Ending
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