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Vignettes
by Timothy Black
(09/08/10)
I wanted to touch the breasts
beneath her bra. But in the end,
I didn't know how to take it off,
and she was too much a Christian
to do it for me.
My loud laugh
makes my wife
want to fuck
with slow inward pressings
and quick,
sex-slicked withdrawals.
She says I collect
lubricants like fireworks,
different shades and effects
waiting like proxied lovers
in a box only we can open.
I want to fuck you
in the ass --
take some semblance
of virginity from you
withheld from me
by wedded circumstance.
My cock seems larger
than it actually is in your hand,
and if you make a gentle
fist and stroke it,
while biting my nipples,
it will come and come for you.
©2010 by Timothy Black
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Timothy Black’s first poetic novella, Connecticut Shade, is in its second
printing through WSC Press. He teaches poetry at Wayne State College, and and has
blogged for
Babeland.
He lives in Wakefield, Nebraska with his wife and two sons.
Timothy’s work has appeared in the anthologies The Logan House Anthology of 21st
Century American Poetry, The Great American Roadshow, and Words Like Rain.
He has been published in The Platte Valley Review and at bringtheink.com,
and has won an Academy of American Poets prize for his poem "Heavy Freight."
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