The First (14th June 2008)

A short poem on the first of so much...

A slightly ammended version, with a couple of minor changes. Criticism still very welcome :)


The First (14th June 2008)

The push of hearts on breasts; a dialectic
Between pleasures that escape through our touch
Of tongues on your chain, as it trickles down
Inside my mouth.

My war-torn hand slips to your heated mound,
Suspended above my own sour cunt.
The hand is firm but gentle; a fine fuck.

Closer, closer. Hard, hard. Our bodies ridged
With consumption of sensual perfection.
Your lips open in a soft O, fingers
Desperate at sheets.

I delight in your glorious come.

Sticky sweetness from tendered flesh; Our
Shared breath passes from mouth to mouth.
You are my
Exquisite
Little
Tart.