Humorous Erotic Poetry
"burt the beekeeper" by Aimee Herman
i—love—you—burt—bee—keeper—fifty—percent—post—industrial—recycled—plastic—skin—soothing—rosemary—extract—lips
of—lanolin—spread on me like—margarine—bones of yellow—breath of yellow—yellow—coconut—oil—blood—merging
with my—arteries of—chapped—exposure—extract—your—root—into
my—distracted—fruit—shade of plums—overripe—bruised shell—core of cracked—you—mention—moisture—to—mouth—of—fractures—fourteen—places—in
which—they’ve broken—can your—vitamin E—tongue—licking—sticking pale
fertility—into my-anti-oxidized-vent—pacify—my—wrinkled—sore—ness?
i—love—you—burt—bee—keeper—shiny—wax—interior—animal—cruelty—free—fingerprints—would—you—put—your—balm—sweet—ointment—creamed—decongestant—against
my—into my—around my—touching my—fusing
my—gaps—toward—two—wholes—again?—remember when—i—wrapped—my—first—two
fingers—against your—slender figure—like—one—long—torso—I thought—you were—I
feared—my size—these thighs—might—crush—you—before—we even—got—the
chance—to—kiss
i—love—you—burt—bee—keeper—sweet—golden—brown—nectar—condensed—healer—and—when—we—touched—or—you—touched—me—then—i—touched—you—then—there—was—no—end—to—where—each—touch—started—from—or—who—owned—what—but—it—was—you—who—made—my—lips—slide—and—maybe—it—was—a—bit—of—me—that—caused—you—to—appear—erect—as—i—twisted—you—gently—and—smeared—your—length—against
me—into me—around me—touching me—when you came—on my lips—as the movement—of my
pressure—invited you in—to cover me—I—felt—full—enveloped—in your—medicated
ingredients—coated—protected—bathed—in—you
i—love—you—burt—bee—keeper—stick—of—chapped—reprieve—receive—my—lips—as—yours—and—kiss—away—my—rough—ness—pink—enamel—flesh—unfolding—knowing—only—you—can—make—them—soft—again.
Originally published March 2010