by Sub Miss
(10/07/09)

I.

Every breath wants to begin
a new sentence, a thought
to prod under my skin.

You taught me your sin
and now you know the thought
that every breath wants to begin.

Your fingers sunk in,
dripping wet, pushing deeper, they fought
to prod under my skin.

Now the sentences die before they can spin
into thoughts
that every breath wants to begin.

I hear them try to get past your grin
past the throat where they're caught,
to prod under my skin.

Your breathing is stretched bedsheet-thin,
caught between thoughts,
every breath wants to begin
to prod under my skin.

II.

I love you fucking me.
                                  I love you -- fuck,
I love you, fucking me or not.
                                              I love
to be under you, to see you above
me, loving fucking me.
                                   I love to suck,
lick, flick, fuck, find, taste, tongue, take, have your cock.
I love your cock.
                         I love all your cocks.
                                                         Why
wouldn't I love every fucking one?
                                                      I
love to feel them, small, big, bendy, stiff, rock-
hard, soft, thin, fat, short, long, with or without
vibration;
              skin or silicone, I want
your cock--
                  I want it in my hand or cunt
or mouth or ass.
                          I want you just about
any way I can get you.
                                    I love you.
Fucking me or not, I love to want you.

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