Black Stallion by Paula Sfeir

I am naked, dressed, lovely boy-
A kind of a Black Stallion,
An oafish, lonely kind of girl.
I am in love with you.
I want you in my bed
As you're red tones get stuck near my silver bells.
I am getting tired-
Tired of not penetrating at night.
One of our mirrors is reflecting our acts near your house.

That is my masochism as I continue with this game,
Your light murmuring acts that fades me-
And let our encounters vanish
To cry again-
Then leaned against, my thick wall.
At first, I didn't care of your words at all,
Later, they erased my heart
To black ashes, to a bright mark.

I hold on to your touches until you call-
White masturbations
Come and go. My yellow colors
Don't understand-You build a wall between us?
My poems don't make you click, but
We still fornicate as goats,
In between green leaves, their wood chairs,
While your boring female
Stitches your gift, as fast as she can.

In between our tongues that move as one.
The wind near our screams,
Your lovely hands! I keep them in a jar!
You are mine, your muscular pale lines-
Poor her, she doesn't have -
At the time as we light up candlelight's,
Sex, no man-
Two bodies! Two horny painted bodies!
That roll with, each other, as the rain stopped!