Another Poem Inspired By Sl

So, the other day there was a poetry event with a contest for best erotic poem on the topic of "Sex and Cheap Wine." Because sl sucks and my voice won't work even after slexing half the Lindens, I didn't go. I said "fuck it" to the whole thing, the whole concept. Then, of course, my brain starts churning and before I know it I'm creating new note and typing a mile a minute. Funny how life works that way. Well, here is the result.

You, Me, and a Box of Wine

baby let's get drunk tonight
you can buy me a box of wine
just like old times
and before we know it your hands will be on my breasts
we'll be the owners of heaving chests
there will be no wondering what's next
we'll fall into old patterns and routines
our movie will play out all our old scenes
there will be no in-betweens
just eveything and nothing all at once
all our unbridled lust
as fuck we must
i want to feel you enter me
i want to feel you center me
make me whole, set me free
moving as one
i come undone
i lose my words
my voice goes unheard
but my cries are fierce
primal, deep
and oh, how i weep
as your hands travel across my smooth skin
feeling your way across my firm flesh
you hold me beneath you, pinned
you take away my breath
just a glance at you
i know not what to do
untill we drown ourselves in wine
and then the answer seems so clear
our coming together divine
and the heartbreak we fear
worth all this pleasure
every second of which i treasure

copyright 2009 Katherine Andrews