when the topic is fucking
time is irrelevant
just a matter of
when
next.

and on the couch
can i touch you?

no.

and my hands slide
against his thighs
against orders
and he pushes me away

i climb on top
strip my chest and rub
and rub
and writhe
grind my hips in figure eights
lick at his chin, ears

and please, and darling
i need you
i am so empty
i am so wet

nothing.

no movement
no caress, fingertips pinch
no smile

nothing but silence.

i pout my lips
pace the room
replace my clothes
get stoned
listen to his breaths
the storm’s rage outside

i want that relaxation
that closeness
skin on skin
the mix of wet
those waves spreading my thighs
arching my back

but he needs me
to hold him
kiss his tears
smooth his hair

two bodies
wrapped in each other
in comfort
pacing breaths and sighs
each other’s eyes glint, spark
with the lightening

and i feel safe
the warmth spreads slowly
the calm returns

sinking my cheek into his neck
i drift off to heart rhythm

a tap
i wake
sit up

he takes my hand
you’ll like this
come with me

i silently follow

on the bed
he kneels me facing the wall
quickly strips us both

and i gasp
so fast and surprised
his fingers’ thrust
my hips’ buck

and he fucks me
two and three
slide and circling
tease and delving

the surprise startles me to my limits
it is all i can do
to moan and claw at the sheets

then more
his cock
his sweet cock
his amazing cock
is inside of me

tentative, hesitant
but only for an instant

he grabs my hips hard
stroking long, deep
pulling me back against
his hips smack
and suck

i arch back
smile up at the man fucking me
not boy but man
no longer sick

and relief
oh the release
of passion’s ride
his health’s surge