just fuck.

[babyherpes]

The crust erupts.
Voluminous, and velocity,
stretching our skin
in rapid patterns of
one-two-one-two.

I sometimes break;
we are not one, yet.
Your rhythm is still foreign.

I watch your grin in full stride,
full-shanked and toothed,
swaggering street corner lion:
sneering in sweat
that drops onto my tongue.

Our glow is hot.
Water boils on our backs,
as we plunge naked and steaming,
into pools of exhausted oblivion.

And I'm sure you've forgotten,
how it feels when we lay,
tired and cold,
wrapped in clammy flesh,
hairs prickling and kissing.

We don't make love anymore,
just fuck.

[warning. some of the above content does not relate to actual experience. thank you.]