Monday, July 7, 2014

frail, fragile and flawed


lifting weights

henry rollins screaming, “liar!”

on the couch is my desire

watching me

waiting for me to stop

she peels off her top

distraction begins the extraction

overcome by the attraction

my sweat stings our kiss

my hands touch her bliss

i’ve left the weights

for a cardio workout

 

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we wake with a witness

the cat refusing to cuddle

with unclothed bodies

glares

 

the half empty beer by the bed

is two days old

i begin to drain it slow

 

jenny reminds me that there

is a cigarette butt in it

and when i don’t stop

she states,

“i married an idiot”

 

she glides to the fridge

opens a cold one

takes a sip

as she comes back to bed

 

“where’s mine?” i protest

she grabs the bottle of whiskey

on her bed stand

takes a swig

kisses me

and lets the contents

flow into my mouth

 

i swallow

shake my head with a smile

she pours a little

in her belly button

“there’s another shot”

 

no sooner do i drink

then she douses her place

between her thighs

and says nothing

 

and while i’m down there

she continues to let

the whiskey flow

from the bottle

 

she cums

and i come up pretty drunk

 

i go to get a couple of beers

 

jenny turns on music

low and slow

meets me in the middle

and we begin to slow dance

 

sipping beer

with our naked flesh

pressed and swaying

 

“i love you”

she whispers in my ear

i melt

hug her hard

then unclench her fragile form

 

she slaps my backside and chides,

“you are suppose to say

i love you too”

 

i move my arms between her legs

and lift her onto my erection

 

“this will do” she growls

as her claws tear my back

 

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