even god believes in sex (collab with Gabriel Ricard) by Ava BluWhen it comes to sex,
I’ve never been all that aggressive
with the woman in question.
Too much disbelief
and too much in the way
of good manners.
I’ve always wanted the scene
to fly out of my control.
It’s been a weird dream of mine
to suddenly go from talking about
what came in the mail
to having you up against the wall
and absolutely soaking wet against my hand.
It’s something I need to work on,
and you might be
the one to turn me around.
-I’ve been all too aggressive with every relationship,
throwing the man on the bed,
climbing on top and fucking him into a frenzy;
-I don’t know how to lose control
and just let someone else hold me down.
-I like the idea of being raped willfully
a little too much for my own good,
but I think we could try it.
-I’m always wet
and I think I’d like see how far I can go sitting on your face.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one,
but I’m pretty sure I’d have to come up
with a couple more Gods to believe in
when I push into you for the first time.
When I see those uncompromising eyes
burning me down to something
that’s very simple and very to the point.
And if I did manage to look away,
it would probably be so that I could crush
your breasts against my body
and feel your legs wrapping around my back.
I think I’d also like to bite at your neck a little,
as my cock begins to fall
into a brutal,
steady rhythm.
-The only time I’d let you look away,
would be when you’re pushing inside me
from behind;
and even then your eyes better be on
my back.
-At all the right angles,
my thighs will suck you in deeper
and lips will explode over your cock.
-I know I’d like to use my nails to make you bleed,
and perhaps even lick it off the tips;
I couldn’t resist the taste of your sweat mixed in.
-You may even find a few strands of your hair
inside my hands,
but it’ll still give you one hell of a line
to tell all the boys back home.
-I don’t consider fucking to be fucking
until we’re both bruised.
I think I can live with that.
But you’ve got to understand
that I’ve been out of action
for entirely too long.
I’m not going to throw out statistics.
It doesn’t make sense to bore you
with everything I haven’t done lately
or everything I’ve ever wanted to do.
A much sharper course of action
would be to just show you
in as many different rooms as possible.
And I know I’d love to show you
just how much time I’m willing to spend
with my head buried between your legs,
eating your pussy through at least
a couple of fairly significant orgasms.
At least.
-Lover, your body can’t bore me
and I’m going to push you to all your god-given limits;
there are things man probably wasn’t meant to do,
but I’ve never been one to follow those rules.
-And if you happen to die
in some uncompromising manner,
I believe heaven would still allow you in.
01/14/2010 Author's Note: Gabe had this posted previously, deleted it when he was thinking of leaving the site and I never did post it, so here it is. It's my favorite collab we did. Original date would have been....hmm...maybe January or February of 2009.
Posted on 01/14/2010 Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/14/10 at 11:45 PM BEST.$#%@ING.POEM.EVER. LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!! :) |
Posted by V. Blake on 01/15/10 at 12:09 AM FIRST!!!!111! LOLZ OMG AWESOME POEM U SHUD RITE MORE! |
Posted by Rachel Bennett on 01/15/10 at 12:11 AM DIS IS AWESOME!!!!eleven!! |
Posted by Sarah Wolf on 01/15/10 at 07:22 AM Spicy... I like it! |
Posted by Michael Smith on 01/17/10 at 02:29 AM I was going to take a shower anyway, but now it's going to be a cold one. Honestly, I think this barely qualifies as a poem, so much as a recording of cybersex. It does evoke very powerful images, and it has some good language. It certainly is art, in any sense.
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/31/13 at 02:27 AM My god, were we ever that young?
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