
i looked upon your stance
against the heaped-up stone
this wall/your body’s softness is
set against its hewn-out surface
like this urge in me to kiss you
softly
press my lips against your
body’s lower lips whose swellings
beckon me to reach out and feel
their shapes along your skin-tight
pants
the roundness of your bosom
invites my hands to echo their
shape and let their marbled skin
lie in my hands
their pointed nipples sing and dance
between my fingers that unrestrained
became alive on your torso
i fully explore
disrobing your body halfway
my other hand slips down on
your belly and seeks your lower
lips
whose warmth and moistness
feels irresistibly stirring and arouses
my body’s sinewy loins
let me slide down on you
kiss your vaginal lips that
have shaped their welcome
through your clothes
in this want to have you
to hold you in my circling
hands
that caress your bums
fingers in your folds
i hear you crying out ‘ohhh’
soft and urging me on to
love you again and again.
my head is in your wetness
breathing into you the way
you breathe/fast/excitingly
and more it builds to a storm
as lips cover lips and fingers
slide tongue tasting you
another cry that follows your
come…
my want is at its piercing height
lifting you high up
against this wall that radiates
the day’s deep sucked-in heat.
in this warmth you slide down
onto me and enter my shaft
that pushes inside you, ‘ahh’
in sounds and sighs of love
holding you in close caress
you cannot resist to move
up and down climbing this
high/warm wall
whose hewn surface becomes
my skin
you slide upon
in ever increasing riding
moves you jump on me and
into me with lustful roughness
vocal bursting exclamations
that i feel i am like this wall
you climb with cat-like moves
and in this absorption of a
heated stone and naked skins
my cock pushes you up and
down
together we climb to the peak
of this fine heaped mountain
then slip and fall
in excitement
with burns and in agony
to hold on to loosened stones
that let us slide
fall down into this valley of
a ‘little death’
in our summits clamoring
in ecstatic closeness
stretched to the hilt
in a fuck against this wall.
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’02/’20.
the tenth song, a celebratory milestone for the New Year 2021. Terse, exciting, symbolic.