Paralyzed, After Petronius Arbiter

 

Good God, what a night that was,
the bed could not hold us for long,
when sheets got in the way,
of each stroke, you stroke
against the fatty side of my
thicker thigh, of that leg of mine
that kept falling along the way-side
of the bed, leading to the floor.
Finding freedom against the carpet,
toes burning free to the rhythm of my
arched back in motion, your hands gripping
my hip-flesh, passion flowing through our sweat.

Tanette
2007