Sex Incarnate
copyright 2000 by Jamie Joy Gatto


He called me, "Sex Incarnate"

Pieces and parts and patches
of seduction and
melt me smiles
and
one-liners
that didn't seem clichı
and still don't,
can't, no-- won't
notably an, "Oh, my..."
Breathed from his sighing lips
as my hand first pressed his
to my black satin-clad
mons,
too hot, so still, too alone.

I sighed when he found it,
hoped he would linger.
His hand's promise kept
my hunger at bay
until it raged, ragged.

I begged him,
whispered,
"fuck me"
another promise unbroken:
writhing under vodka kisses
spent confessions leaking under pillows,

soft caresses
careful gestures
glasses falling

wanting to meld and merge,
find him somewhere in between the
ahhs
and soft ohs
that fell from parted legs and lips.

I thank you, dear man
for your careful time
and all your goodnesses
and your trust
and for letting yourself fall
into me so fast and furious
regardless
of-- it all.

I sigh and think
of moments locked in
glass particles
refracted a thousand different ways in pieces
parts and patches
held together with vodka kisses
and blue white morning light
too bold
too bold
of course
why not?

He called me, "luscious:"
I smile.
I still keep smiling.
I just can't stop.

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