(boy teeth)

by Aaron Blair

I become cat-like,
the memory of blood on my
bristled tongue,
because I know,
when your teeth sink into
my arching back,
that you have come to
do damage, to break
into me, like a thief.


Author's Note: About sexcapades from earlier tonight. Not terribly original, I know.

Posted on 12/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/04/03 at 06:19 PM

Its very brevity makes it more fulfilling. Great imagery, as always.

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