I Want to
Wake up to
My favorite band and your hand
Between my thighs.
I want
Your middle finger,
Cold and steady,
Pushing inside to open my eyes.
I want a fifteen minute
forceful kiss; You
Rolling me over
With your lips.
I want
All ten of your fingertips
To draw me a pretty picture.
I want you–
When you see
My fingers spread,
Like my toes before curling,
Or my trembling legs-
To pull my thighs
Away from center,
Pushing each farther
From the other.
Like one bed
With two angry lovers,
Hugging its opposite edges;
Your hand in the space between them.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC
I Want to
Wake up to
My favorite band and your hand
Between my thighs.
I want
Your middle finger,
Cold and steady,
Pushing inside to open my eyes.
I want a fifteen minute
forceful kiss; You
Rolling me over
With your lips.
I want
All ten of your fingertips
To draw me a pretty picture.
I want you–
When you see
My fingers spread,
Like my toes before curling,
Or my trembling legs-
To pull my thighs
Away from center,
Pushing each farther
From the other.
Like one bed
With two angry lovers,
Hugging its opposite edges;
Your hand in the space between them.