Erotic Poetry
"One for the Road" an erotic poem by Jake Cayman
Back by Ronan Spelman
Had my keys in my hand when
she slapped them away and pounced me
with the door wide open,
flung silky emerald lace into the hall,
broken cigarettes and pockets full of presidents
spilling on the floor.
A red rosewind blew me on my back
and burned black and blue holes
in my neck;
before my clutching fingers
could cast but a slippery grip
she was on top of me,
kissing and biting and licking and
devouring any virgin remnants
with her soul fangs,
and I eagerly grasped her silver chain
and pulled the belly dance inside me,
crushing tiny droplets of rainbow
beading up farther down our legs
and soaking into the expanding swamp
on the chair cushion
till we could hold it in no longer
and our pollens blended into a
cherry cola daiquiri splash -
I still had the taste on my tongue
when I hit the road.
Originally published May 2011