Thursday, May 9, 2024

Filling up the city between your thighs (2003)

  

I dream  a dream

e.e. cummings dreamed,

Of lying side by side,

bodies pressed against each other

my arms pulling your body close

It is a language 

we need not speak

as between my legs

I carry the city 

cummings claims

Aching to populate the city

you hold secret between yours

My mouth suckling your mountains

Until the tips grow hard,

My fingers gripping each

As if too scared to let go

as I dive between your thighs

Into the soft depths

You spread open for me,

Your taste filling me up,

as I fill you

Inside and out,

As we engage

Lips to lips

Hips to hips

Filling your city 

with my city

until it over flows.


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