amidst these boxes, stacked and labeled--
things owned and quietly forgotten;
amidst these dingy walls and forlorn floors,
and cobwebs gingerly hanging
we jostle and tumble, hungry and heaving--
thigh slide on thigh, hurried and clamping;
dribbling shallow breaths, back and forth
back and forth; yours to mine, mine to yours
tongues grope, thrust and flick,
eyelids fluttering quick;
backs arch, and buttocks glide,
bee stings blossom on backsides
we rise and ebb with the flood of our sweat,
rolling ruggedly on the dust carpet
of the stone-cold floor, as we fall asleep
caked with mud, as midnight creeps.
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4 comments:
Hmmm, I was kinda expecting you would use the word gyrate. Hihihihi =)
Naaah, this is your poem naman eh. Hihihihi =)
this is well written. the words are poiwerful .:) keep writing!
hi. nasundan ko ang link mo sa blog ko. galeng nman ng poems mo. astig ka!
Hey there! I found your blog from gravity's site. I have a poem exactly like this in one of my previous blogs. I will try to look for it and perhaps you can visit my site. Keep writing!
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