When we're together
Our bodies wrap around one another, like
Two worms .....Squirm, squirm
Though we know which end each others heads are at,
Most of the time.
Our naked forms rub, back n forth
Back n forth, like
You're the finger and I'm the chicken pock, that
Won't stop itching.
When we kiss,
I think of how much of your spit is getting in my mouth
And I remember how kids used to spit at me
From the balcony, at school
Whilst others held me underneath with my mouth pried open.
Our breath becomes one breath, united
So that the stale smell of your cigarettes, and my
Wild, Cherry- Flavoured cough suppressant, intermingle, and
Create another unlikely couple.
We grope and grasp like middle - aged housewives at
Judy's discount
I feel your hands searching every part of my body
As though I were a discount bin
I feel on special, and
I arch my back in response, like a cat
Smiling at both ends.
We take to making love, like
The dogs down the street
And pause, like
They did -
To get a better grip on one another.
I near orgasm, and tremble and shake, like
An unbalanced washing machine
You say the words ......
"I'm going to come, in a tone that suggests
You're actually excited about going somewhere with me.
And I realise, I love you, but can only guess
Of whom you're thinking.