nocturnal lovers; blurry nights
red ball crimson colors; string along kite
reel the comet into flight
feel a nudge towards deep height
touchy, tacky, wacky light
liquid loving, virile might
thrusting, busting, sucking thigh
thick with syrup
slick and tight
struggle like it was a fight
sting it while you scratch and bite
stuff it inside out of sight
magic mystery, healthy hex
it’s not love
but sultry sex
© Rothya James Patterson