Thursday, October 1, 2009

hovering. a poem by sparkle.

your arms make me wonder

about the fingers that lie at the ends

if i need two,

three,

or the whole fist

maybe you know how to

eat pussy like a champ

or your stroke game is real serious

& yeah you’re funny

but

i don’t really wanna talk

on the phone all night

this ain’t no girlfriend shit

i’d like to know if the lines

in your back are indicative

of prowess,

& if your affinity for detail

translates into your bedroom activities.

right now, young tender

i’m hovering over

your shoulder

cuz fucking you sounds

like more fun than holding your hand.

[Via http://theblissproject.wordpress.com]

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