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

Anticipation

I still think of that night, deep folds of dark seemed softened.  . As if the room glistened in a whole new light. Your figure was the clearest.  I found myself looking up to the heavens speaking in the tongues of us. Time quickened, as you drew near my center, and I opened up to let you in.   Inside I felt tiny eruptions go off, and it was at that moment I craved for the next moments to mimic the last.

Tanette
2012

Belly

If I could I would

swallow you whole,
and let the sweetest
part of you linger on
the middle of my tongue.
Back and forth, I’d roll you
there, until I let the
rugged sides of you
caress the lining of my esophagus.
Get tickled by the way you
seem to knowingly glide
into the right position. In my
belly I’d carry you like a proud
mama. Waiting patiently to see you,
to feel you... to know you are real.
I’m certain you’d leave me full,
after-taste, exquisite.

Tanette
2010