Sex Poem by Dolan Doran

hot shower; soap, conditioner. Towel off and
slip in to my dress,
A mere scrap of cloth, barely covering my body.
Glitter on my skin with sexy heels. Fix my hair;
Go to the club. Heavy techno playing.
We order a few drinks;
a girls night out.
From across the room, you spot us,
wink and motion me over.
I laugh, and sit by your side.
you ask if I would dance. So close to me,
I smell your cologne...the smell of fall.
We leave, hand in hand...unable to wait.
Against a wall, your hands roaming
my body; chest, thighs, face.
Kissing the breath out of me.
At your home, we collapse
on the bed. Touching everywhere.
Needing so much more.
Clothes are shed. Like a second skin,
sweat coats our bodies.
Rough. Hard. over and over.
On my back. on my side.
on my hands and knees.
But I need more. I ride you,
as if my life depends on your release.
You bite my breast. I scream and come.
harder. faster. Finally you come.
yelling my name. over and over.