“In Her Ear”
c.2001, Miriam M. WynnIn her ear he whispers,
dirty, dreamy things that draw the breath swiftly, sweetly, from her:I will fuck you until all you feel is my cock,
my fingers, deep inside you,
until you are overflowing,
until all you know is my tongue, my lips, my taste;I want you shaking, quivering, dripping,
I want you begging and crying,
I want every sound you ever make
to be a sound meant just for me;I want you wet, spilling, seeping,
I want you sliding down before me,
I want you to exist solely for my pleasure,
for you, my beloved, will be endlessly deflowered.I will spread you out and grind myself
deep down inside your belly,
to heaven, to your paradise,
your delicious, pungent wishing well;
I will plumb and pull and sift and suck
until I pull you from the depths,
and I will not rest, for I am thorough,
and I will own you, harsh and true;
your skin will be stamped with my touch,
and I will never stop fucking you;His words are too much, too sweet,
too very dark, and yet, still not enough;
his words are deep and wrong, and rough,
more right than they could ever be;his blood, his heat, his creamy seed
overflow like sweetest rivers between her slickened thighs,
and in the dark all she exists of are endless hours and nights,
the thrumming sensitivity along her maddened inner lips,
her groans, her screams, and her helpless, searching sighs;
his lips pressed to her ear she closes her eyes tight,
intent to hear only these hungry, possessive words of poetry,
the dark and brilliant jewels spilling from his lips:I will make you come,
I will make you fuck,
and I will make you mine,
oh yes, my darling dearest,
I am going to make you lose your mind,
for I own all the pleasure that you keep deep inside;
this darling, dirty, greedy pussy is gaping just for me,
and don’t you ever think that anyone will ever fill it
the way you want and need, but me;beneath him, filled with him,
there is no respite;
atop him, astride him,
there is never hope;
entangled, worshipping the body,
the two are nothing but drunken need;
he is a neverending torrent,
and she the exultant riverbed;you want this?
he says, cruel into her ear,
you need this?
he teases, a hand possessing from the rear;
you need me to give it you?
he demands,
with the most delicious sneer;and then, the final, the soul-sucking kiss,
these last words in her ear:
say it louder, tell me what you want,
give it to me, I want to hear ...and all that she can ever say or do,
is surrender with a yes,
to his huge and hungry bed where there is no rest,
and he knows it just as well as she:
her body belongs to him and nothing else will do;beneath his gripping, searching fingers,
tongue, and teeth, and chest,
beneath the scrape of his roughened jaw,
the roaming slide of his pouting lips,
she is one big silken hole,
waiting to be filled,alive her flesh can only think of
bite, lick, fill, slide, suck, fuck, dig,
her brain can only register his body
sliding and defining every mortal, carnal sin
upon her flesh, her hungry flesh:their words and breath and mingling music, pouring out and in,
his lust, his whispering lust,
and his irresistible desire, one blessed, orgasmic din.