I want to give a shout-out to the caveman
the cro-magnon neanderthal 25,000 years ago
who saw his naked lover, infatuated with her hippy-hairy loins, and proclaimed
“I have an idea.”
I want to thank the idea that has lasted through the ages
Through evolution, Pharaoh and Moses, Jesus and Judas, the Kama Sutra, the Victorian era, corsets, lingerie, the love revolution, Rick James, Madonna, and the founding of Good Vibes
and all the way to me
and thanks to that idea, tonight
I want to eat your pussy
Giving head, muff-diving, cunnilingus, juicy lips to juicy lips
Removing the dam that is your black lace boyshorts and watching excited beaver rushing down roller coaster flowing cum river into my fan-fucking-tabulous mouth and GOD DAMN you taste good
I want to get you wet with the thought of what is to come, me a Cold War submarine thinking things went hot, broken radio equipment so instead of coming up for air and possible destruction just stays underwater practicing different maneuvers forever
I want you to undress, shoe one shoe two sock one sock two, denim traverses smooth golden skin trembling legs give way to forward lean, boyshorts slip off hips and ten seconds later my floor is wardrobe and you are in front of me perfect
I want you to look into my eyes, laser beams boiling pools of soul-searching water
increasing temperature you know I know waiting wanting freedom, freedom from body like freedom from gravity, weightless ecstasy engulfing each limb
and as pools boil you say, “you’ve been a bad boy and tonight you are mine so give me some lovin’.” Yes ma’am
I want you to lean back in an upside-down breakdance handstand on my footrests, blood loss head rush as I nibble on your hip bones, and an eyes-rolled-back-in-the-head anticipatory moan like a company phone answering machine scream saying “we’re a little bit busy please leave a message”
I want to lose control, that poster “the periodic table of sex” is no match for us, acrobatic gymnastics to task for us, flip over experimenting like scientists
no words just physics and chemistry, chills up spines weak muscles symptoms of dehydration and hypothermia yet your body is wet and warm
and I want to make you cum
the look on your face and the noise so loud all the neighbors know my name then they think it’s a threesome with Jesus, foursome with Mary his mother and an orgy with God, funny I thought you were atheist
as sweat drips off walls posters turn to papier-mâché and the room expands with your loving contractions
And as we lay reflecting, you fall forward to me, your body relaxing ten thousand tensionless rubber bands descending to the floor
You lay still for ages, then smile and whisper, “are you down for one more?”
– by Alex Ghenis, C5/6 quadriplegic