thee hiatus works...

fucked
[november.24.2007.6:45pm]


ass naked, bent over, on all fours,
waiting, wanting, needing, necessitating
the entrance of his stiffness to penetrate
her vagina in need of fucking.


we invite one another to have,
share our bodies once more
in hopes of fucking away past sex
had on this mattress stitched with thread
that holds the history of our lovemaking
and
padded with now rotting past
affection and passion we once
fucked
each other with such vulnerability,
but here i offer myself,
offer you,
for you to fuck your frustrations out
on me as i willingly take your misdirected
bitterness as sweet pleasure
because although we cant
fuck away our fucked up past
and we cant fuck ourselves out
of our fucked up relationship,
it still feels so damn good to be fucked
by you even with us knowing that
when our sex dissipates from the cold glass of the window,
we remain faceless,
nameless,
souls of a fucked love.


.................................................................................

naked over coffee
[november.22.2007.9:27pm]


blankets lay lazily wrapped around our
bodies blanketed in contrasting shades
of brown emitting soothing steam
from mugs that hold pools that reflect
our dark naked coffee.


our eyes dance in a silence thats born after sex.


you bring your thirsty lips to the rim of my mug
and begin to sip me once more,
drain me of all had inhibitions
as you stir me deeply.


bare bodies tussle on top of blankets strewn upon
the floor as coffee from knocked over mugs
seep inside the fabric of the carnal pleasure of two

who

touch,
tease,
tame,
taunt,


naked over coffee.