once I book for Saturday
a hunger starts gathering
heavy between us,

Monday our innards
spew out smoke, Tuesday
we are in flames

we two predators in
distant forests, stripped
of pretensions,

fabric peeling warm
off our skins, tongues
scouring for pleasure,

three sea days and
nights separate us,
defeated by flesh,

we steal each other
our desires, how her
******* ache for touch,

as I knead them to dough,
blood crimson with bites,
drooping over me in ends,

baby you can simply tell
me what you want, and I
tell her, laid back, leisurely,

slow slow slow *******,
deliciously, all the way
in my mouth, she adds,

then to stop, take a breath,
start over, **** inside of the
thighs, navel, *******,

as you want it, all yours,
her wanting me to come
again again and again,

she wants me to '**** me,
lick me, **** me,' till I
come', drive me crazy,

over the edge,
Ohhhh yes yes,
and its midnight,

Tuesday turns to
Wednesday, day closer to
sin, I say, sleep well...