Lube

I slick and I slide between you and
Replace language.
Lips on hips on biceps and
Cotton on the floor and
Hands on heads and
socks pushed down.
Window blinds twisted blind and
Palms on backs of necks and
I slick and I slide between you and
Replace fear.
Sheets twisted and
Legs twisted and
Tongues twisted and
Dicks twisted and
Fingers twist in dark places and
I slick and I slide between you and
Replace friction.
Thighs crash and
Belly hair tangles and
Teeth on ears on necks on nipples and
I slick and I slide between you and over you and inside you.
I am inside you and
Asses slap balls slap thighs slap palms slap asses and
I slick and I slide and I mix with you and
I mix with him and we pant.
Exhausted.

©2005 by Greg Bee

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Greg Bee is a performance poet in Seattle, whose alter ego is The Bitter Single Guy; offering humorous relationship advice.