"You need a worthy adversary,"
he says,
"On all levels."

It's a deep sigh
that doesn't pass
my lips, unbidden

Yes.

The thrill and challenge
of the hunt
the thrust and parry
of the well-honed rapier

the words that slice
through flesh and bone
and leave you standing
puzzled, that long torturous
moment, before you fall
disemboweled.

Good sex is hard
to find, and good play
even rarer
but most elusive of all
those who read between the
lines, who are fearless
in trading insult for injury
wit for pith, and sarcasm for irony

these currencies so long devalued
wordplay a most dying art

let me pull you to my
breast, beloved, like this
so you may sting me with
the asp's unerring strike

leave no stone unturned
as you observe and form
your conclusions from the shade
of your tree, oblivious to my
restless scurrying and the scrying
that seems to be my lot

pull me into dark alleys
do what you will between
my thighs, wet for you
just never stop those words
you whisper in my ear
your silver tongue taking
more than your cock
could ever begin to dream

10/29/2007

Posted on 10/29/2007
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