“ how to love me”
c. 2005, Miriam M. WynnPierce me,
stretch me open with your eyes, words, mouth,
Lips, hands, hot skin that burns silently
across a room shifting with sighs beneath
the surface like limbs beneath sheets;Scorch me,
rake me over your intellectual coals
and batter me until I fall into your arms,
a fretful ball of grateful, engaged compromise;Slide into me,
Ease and then thrust and then take,
then give it all back to me,
thick and choking, who you are,
what you want, what you need;Steal me,
my heart, my thighs, my lips, my eyes,
your tongue between my inner lips swirling,
lingering, biting, hunting for the pearl
I’ve locked away for a wayward pirate;Stir me,
arouse my mind, my id, my psyche,
make me penetrate you, hunger to penetrate you,
find you and pummel into you,
my nails scratching the surface then getting hold
and my teeth diving in to your core,
making you break down, cry out, unman thyself
in my arms, under my spell,
my body, my will, my slickwet sex.Fuck me,
undo me, unravel me,
come through me, wrestle me down and
pound me, unsound me,
make me say things I’ll never regret and always remember,
noises I never thought I could make;Pull pull pull my pussy from me
into your body, onto your body, into your mouth,
under your fingers, to your will,
stretch me, put me on the rack and turn me out
unto the heavens;Make me cry,
you sweet son of a bitch,
with surrender and horror at what you do to me,
the way you do it to me, how deep you do it to me,
our eyes locked and burning, your knowledge deep and yearning,
your furnace branding so far inside – oh, God,
I might as well be your second skin,
begging for more, knowledge of more;Love me,
I’m busy breathing to your rhythm,
craving to get at you,
be gotten at by you,
be imploded by you,
be loved by you.