by Betty Larrea
(02/02/11)
You started this,
I succumbed
You wanted this,
I surrendered
Letting a man lead
was something I had learned to do
Like that night you pushed me
up against your bedroom door
and did things to me you'd been
thinking about doing all week
that's when I knew you were high on me
but there are worse addictions...
We must have fucked on every inch
of your bedroom floor
I can still feel the rug,
hot against the base of my back
as you pressed deeper into me
I bit your lip to keep myself from screaming
I bit so hard, you cringed away
and the room echoed with sounds of
pure pain and pleasure
You wanted me to see the promised land
I let you take me there
Body Shots
The words trigger something in me
invading me with
thoughts of skin
yours and mine
cool liquid pouring from a glass bottle
splashing over my curves
you watch me rise and fall
in waves of desire
your tongue gliding over me
in circles
in swirls
dizzy on me
as you taste the alcohol
mixed with my juices
lost in the intoxication
you take me in small doses
like a headrush, a mindfuck
until you can no longer wait
to imbibe all of me
flooding into you
like a waterfall
cascading limb over limb
as we drown in each other
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux