February 2020

PUT DOWN THAT COFFEE
By John Tustin


Put down that coffee
Close the door
Come here
Sit on my lap
Feel my hand under your shirt
On your breast
Hovering over your heart
My hardness beneath you
Yearning in supplication
Straining with power

Look into my eyes
I kiss you
Both my hands roam you
The chair tilts back
Your eyes look back into mine, beyond mine, and I feel like I’m drowning
I lift you
I take you to the bed
The room is halflit
You recline and wait
Your hair is just so

Help me remove your pants
I’ll get your panties by myself
I part your legs
I fall into your moisture
You glisten in my beard
You quake as I rage
As I finger and I flick
I rage like this against the dying of the light
I rage like this at those before you
I rage like a lion for you
It’s only midday

Wait
Wait as I rise
You are open and waiting for me
Anticipating a miracle
Wait
Now
I enter

It begins