Accidentally Erotic...

When I talk about fucking,
she gives me
that prude look
and tells me to quit talking
dirty.

I've been dirty before,
covered in mud
and dirt
and filth.
Even shit when spreading manure.

No, fucking has nothing
to do with being dirty.
That irritating feeling
when you feel coated
with disgust.

Instead think of that smooth
slickness with a musky smell.
Sweating just enough
to slick up your body
and give each kiss a little salt.

The sound of two primal beings
moaning and groaning
and seeking dominance
or to be dominated
to the rhythm of two bodies slapping.

Touches are aural
and kisses
have their own ebb and flow.
Fucking has its dissonance too.
And smells and tastes of desire.
 
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