easy fuck

my friends like to tell me
i am an easy fuck
and i am
but only if caught on the right day
maybe that's why i haven't gotten any
in five months
two weeks
and three days:
nobody's been fast enough
to catch my rampant sexuality
(except the quickness of my own hand)

but i can't complain
because when i am alone
one might say stranded
trapped under my own velocity
on the shores of my uncertain desires
i can still remember...

the paper feel of skin
the abrasive and welcome heat of friction
my body on fire
and the ashen remnants are resurrected
by the cool and liquid touch
of my lover's tongue
soothing my burns
gathering in my folds
speaking in a language
only my flesh may comprehend
a carnal cypher
that fills my blistering body with a fluid longing
as my funk rises to the surface of my fevered skin

waiting for release

waiting

waiting

for the taste of salt in sweat
the crash of water on rocks
the rush and tide around my body
the ocean
sounding in my spiral folds

and i rise with a new fervor
as i am secure in the knowledge
that i can dive far deeper alone
than with the company of any woman
or man

© c a schmitt

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Groceries

Even as the dry wind batters me
i feel the warmth of your breath
the heat of your body
the flame your gaze ignites within my frame
thoughts of you burn stark and bare,
the antithesis of my frigid surroundings.
your tongue is sharp to my senses
as your memory pierces my resolve.

i stop in mid-step

the snow gathers at my feet
my breath
crystalline in the air
forsakes the heat i so desperately try to keep
held tight
locked fast
in places left most untouched
lest it escape me
(like you did)
to dissolve in the air before me
as i tremble at the cold.

© c a schmitt