Torment
(the object of my sexual obsession)
let fall the darkness of your hair,
feel my mouth kiss softly your pale
neck, all around you, your face, your
lips, down to your collarbone, my hands
up across your bellybutton, up,
up, pinching your nipples lightly
so they stiffen under your cotton
shirt. grab me with greedy
hands the way you did that night
and feel my desire throb with my
heartbeat. I belong to you tonight.
You feel soft exploratory tugs
on your long hair, feel my firm hand
turn you around and push you down
and forward, ass in the air,
my head pushing the mound,
wanting inside you so badly,
suddenly I am inside. we
moan in unison, sliding in and
out, your clit massaged back
and forth by my thick desire. my hands
explore you, cup your soft hanging
breasts, run along the curve of your hips,
your thighs, slapping gently. I pull out,
teasing. god, we want more. don’t stop,
don’t stop. my cock is slick against
your thighs, throbbing, then I thrust inside
you again, my cum rising, building,
automatic motion, our voices again
and again, saying I want you, I want you,
keep going, yes, god don’t stop,
you turn around and our lips lock
and you are on top of me, I am erect,
screaming, kissing, thrusting,
we peak, peak, peak.
My sexual obsession completely ruined this friendship and I am now banished, sailing the high seas of the south bay.
