A collection of poems and other writings...

Monday, 27 October 2014

One Hot Saturday Night

They’re hot.

Steaming.

He can still taste their last kiss,
still smell her hair
when she had nuzzled into him.

Now,
out in the cool street
she tugs at his arm.
God, I want some, she whispers, now.
Not here, he says.
Yes, here, right here!
No, in the car.

In the car
she starts pulling at him again.
Give me, she says.
She’s panting
a ravenous bird,
her cavernous mouth,
a pink flash of tongue.

Windows steaming up.
She’s hungry  a wolf –
white teeth, red claws,
scratching
demanding.

He goes to kiss her
but she pushes him off 
her craving not for soft love.
She is hawk, she is animal.

They pull at their clothes.
He feels the growing warmth in his thighs
as he writhes
his shoulders
then arms free
from his jacket.
She’s in his lap now  
all fingers 
pulling,
tugging,
her lips are wet,
slippery.

Have you brought anything? she breathes
Of course, 
Always.  Boy scout.
Then for fuck's sake get it.
He reaches across her
and flips open the glove box,
gropes blindly for
the small plastic packet.

Come on, she says,
For fuck's sake, come on!
She's wild.
He dances the packet in front of her.
She grabs it -
Let me fucking do it,
you fucking tease!

She takes the corner in her mouth,
teeth clenched 
she rips the packet open
and squeezes
the glossy
red liquid
all over
the chips.

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