Subspace I

The first step to slipping under
was leaning forward over the bed.
Strong, steady hands
stroked along my skin,
slid slowly down my spine.
And the first step to slipping under
was leaning over the bed.

The impact--anticipated--
took me to the second step:
eyes closed, tongue pressed against
the back of my top teeth;
my hips shifted--lifted
to meet the palm of his hand.
The impact--fulfilled--
took me down the second step.

The sleeping side of me
uncurled and stretched her limbs,
opening her--me--to greet
the next blow.




written 10-10-2015

To Fancy Pete

All I need to know
in that moment
is telegraphed through
his eyes,

a short--ABRUPT--
message:
LUST. STOP. ACHE. STOP. NEED. STOP.
Everything distilled
to the hard, sharp
edges of Anglo-Saxon

verbs; and I, unstopped,
answer their irresistible
imperative and bend
--pliant--
to his demand.




written 29-09-2015