like the movies

i talk during sex
i admit it
i like my mind involved in the activity
leave the poetics behind
at that moment
its just raw
with words like
fuck
ohmigod
deeper
yes
and oooh!

never like romantic movies
sweet
sensual
and timid
we don't barely touch
we grip
and hold and bite for life
leave bruises for next morning's
discovery
it is better than sex scenes
in slow motion
silhouttes pressed with space slightly between the two
just slightly
kisses that look feverish
and practiced
don't leave a trail of saliva and desire
it's wet and sticky
and smells like sex
like funk
taste like now
ripe and ready
for explosion
pause
tease necklines
nipples
trail the naval downward
with tongue
moan
loudly
as fingers find their place in places
still wet


ragged movements
never like the movies
no soundtrack suggesting we climax
no ass slaps penetrate the movies
here
we are fitted into tight places
contorting pieces of us til everything touches
ankles and calves tightened
body weightless
a sweaty process
loud and sweaty and right
and right
and right
and we knew it after the 2nd climax
this is everything the silver screen can't embody
this
dark
love
so
perfect the pitch pounds walls
and the bed scratches floor boards
and the whispers turn to pleas
turn to screams turn to sighs
turn to silence
turn to smiles turn to kissing
turn to touching
pulling and holding and loving again
they never show you these lines
crossed
the complete anarchy of one's limbs
or the smirks received when passing
knowing neighbors