January 2023

By  John Tustin

Us in the dark     with her on top.     Both in our clothes,

she gently ungulates     as my hips push     so slowly upward

to meet the between     of her open legs.     I look upward

into the darkness     shadows where her     eyes are and I

can feel her need     and her sadness     as well as the

immediacy and     carnality of this     very moment.

She doesn’t want     me but she wants     a man to hold

her body and to     kiss her mouth     and to touch her

the way she     imagines when     she touches herself.

She has waited     so long for that     first passionate

kiss. She has waited    for a man to want    her like she should

be wanted     and here I am     to do just that.

Not the man she     imagined but     still a man.

Still above me, still     rutting, her face     coming down to

mine and her     face brushing up     against my face

on my left side     which is her     right side

as she keeps on     rubbing her cheek -     now crimson I imagine

from the roughness     of my beard -      on my own cheek.

She keeps brushing     up against my face    like a cat who is

expressing love and     marking territory;     body clothed and

going up and down     on my body that    rises to meet her

rhythm as she    rubs her cheek     on my cheek,

making a sound    in my ears like    the gentle whisper

of sandpaper.

Her sweat mingling     with my sweat     as she stops

rubbing my face    with her cheek    finally and then

her lips are on     mine again and     all I can think

about is how     hard and how     often I now want

to make her mind     at ease and make     her neglected body

cum     and cum     and cum

and if she     allows me     to

I will try

with the sound    of sandpaper     being rubbed

ringing

in my ears.