by Kim Clark
(06/20/07)

I know it the minute I
see you/you see
I want to take you down [lithe and lean]
be ferocious
over your body just one time,
drag my mane of tangle down your belly,
mouth the tip,
taste the flesh of each finger
[voracious nips to your neck,
quick claws to your smooth shoulder blades]
right there in the lengthening
stalks of tall grass
[your sassy hat tossed but watchful]
while I rattle your bones,
swallow you whole.

But before I know it I lose control,
and south you go ripe
with those lips, that
tongue of yours
and I am lost -- so swiftly done
[still breathing quick against your
hardrock/rockhard place]
when you pin me again so slow,
make me beg clutching
for all you've got,
deeper, faster,
more.

Then after, lying surrounded by spun green
[my mouth open, slack against your perfect throat,
my knee between your thighs, slick film
across the cheeks of my ass,
fingers trailing damp and rosy hollows]
I growl into your skin, do it again.
Tell me your name.

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