Sex To Speech
Sex to Speech
I copy your moves
with pen and paper,
living lucky to be inside you
inside my mind I dream of reality,
how could it be that while
I’m inside of you you’re inside of me.
In my moves I move to you,
as deep as I can could hurt
because we just met,
as sleek as I can I lust this sex.
We don’t need to lock eyes
in the real or in the mirror,
we have trust and heartbeats and muscles to feel.
We have me and you
And your yells.
When we change,
the angle of our now,
you start to show me your nails,
taking skin and breaking me from hell.
For then I know,
that you have more to show.
You haven’t yet begin to show.
Go, go, go, as I take you home.
Okay I say with the second head alone.
Waiting for your earthquake,
waiting for my hands to shake
and legs to go numb,
waiting for you because I am no longer young.
As sweats combine I pick you up
and turn you around,
evac and go down.
When I start to hear your sound,
I join you at the headboard and
quickly
roll like the ocean.
Pounding waves leave me quoting tongues
with gasping lungs.
Then I go you get a drink
and I return to you
-sound asleep.
Copyright © Brad Nicolas | Year Posted 2015
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