Sonnets about Sex Part 1

A Lustful Mediocrity

He says he doesn’t know what I mean by this
Utter passionate display of affection
He’s saying he doesn’t understand my actions
I reply with your words don’t make sense
He claims I’m confusing;

The difference between my body language and the words I whisper
I swear he’s an idiot
Why can’t he just see how urgent this desire bleeds?

I rip his shirt above his head
I bite his chest and chew his lips
I tear his belt from his waist and then
Tie his hands to limit his
Movement in and out of me
Crying for a moments release; this lustful mediocrity

A Midnight Flogging

I remember a night when
I was the goddess you desired
All the lustful pain in your loins contained

And released in hellish fire
I remember a night when
I was all the release you needed
A hand full of ass
Your mouth on mine fast
And your fingers knuckle deep inside me
I remember a night when we sat there
Side by side in my ride there
And we talked about desire
and goals and this fire was  
All that we needed to live

This is Taboo Too
He was a stranger to her
She never met him before
His eyes were a gorgeous shade of blue
His hair barely there on the top of his head
But that wasn’t important to these two
His chest stressed his shirt buttons
His dress pants were taught tight
And his palms were sweaty and clammy

She straddled his lap, he was ready to snap

As SHE invited him to spend the night

Two strangers met in a bar but an hour ago
Two consenting adults no catch here

The desire between them, thick as cream you could feel them
The sex was amazing...so I hear!