Orgasms in the Jungles of the Yucatan
by Rmatheson
Backslide, the tongue, tracing the stitches on the
Toltec pyramid I've erected to you.
I've begged permission,
let me walk into it's depths,
desecrate it,
splatter this semen
across the inner walls in hieroglyphics
that spell out the simple joy of our shared muscular spasms.
The hair on your
arms,
back of neck,
belly,
is standing erect.
I can feel it.