Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sex. Show all posts

Bites

Vogue's tribute to Alexander McQueen, Photographer: Steven Klein, Editor: Carine Roitfeld, 2010
I'm not sure
whether you play with
shadows or lights
all I remember from your game
were the sound bearing walls
and bitter sweet bites.

Dawn

A shot from Natural Born Killers.
eyes are locked
garments pulled down
body liquids pumped
souls are up at dawn

Mission

Provided from Andrei Sstavila's Blog
behold the missionary,
whose skin is delicate
or
who has a rough bed sheet
is the guy
with his knees grazed.
Turkish version:
misyonere dikkat et,
dizleri yaralı.
ya cildi çok hassastır
ya çarşafı kolalı.

Indictum

Photo by Helmut Newton
yes
you
eat
when
I
feed.
you
feel
happy
when
I
set
the
limit.

Efendi

Venus in Fur by David Ives, directed by David Muse.
Edilgen:
cisminin içinde ismin yok gibi
tırnaklayıp yırtıyor yumuşak tenini.

emir alana dek susuyorsun gibi...
kapıp getireceksin attığı sözleri.

verebilmek için kesin adedi
kalp atışlarını sayıyorsun gibi...

saygıyla takiptesin işaretini
verdiği nefesi soluyorsun gibi...

seviyorsun efendinin adaletini
boynundaki tasma sıkıyormuş gibi..?

Etken:
cisminin içinde ismin yok gibi
tırnaklarımla yırtabilirim tenini.
emir alana dek benden, susacaksın!
fırlattığım sözleri ağzınla kapacaksın.
takip ediyorsun her hareketimi
soluyorsun sana behşettiğim nefesi.
sorduğumda söyleyebilmek için zamanı
sessizce sayıyorsun kalp atışlarını.
efendinin adaletini seviyorsun,
boynundaki tasmayı kendin sıkıyorsun.


The Other

Behind the scene, Barcelona Barcelona by Woody Allen.
It's sexy when you play the music,
I write the words.
And by the other, my voice is heard.

Contagious


Early in the morning.
Hard in the mouth.
Warm on the skin.
Moist on the bed.

Skirt on the legs.
Shirt on the boobs.
Feet in the shoes.
Red on the lips.

Hours at the office
Eyes on the screens
People on the scenes
Thoughts are obscene

At last, it's about 7 P.M.
You're about to  leave the office.
Your best friend is looking for her lipstick in the depths of her bag for minutes.
She gives up and says
"Can I borrow yours if you have your lipstick with you?"

And you give her your Chanel Rouge Allure N0. 104 Passion.

She wears.
So red.
So fresh.
So deep.
So hot.
And...
So contamined by your man's HPV.

She likes you.
She likes the red look.
She's developing a tiny wart silently.

Life is contagious.
Live it.