Talking Dirty

A Poem by rebellefleur

[i.]

I'm not sure
what this tongue
is for
but it feels
good

having it buried deep
inside your mouth

as these fingers
sink further

lost across the slopes
of your
bare back

together
with the open legged
blasphemer
side of me

who doesn't care much
about words of love

for as long as you
allow me
grunt

all these filthy sentiments

that has been longing
to be written

all over you--

         all this time...


[ii.]

You said words
are our
strongest bond

But I'm here
to prove you wrong

and show you that poetry
is a dead loveless art

compared to this--


[iii.]

So flip me over, lover boy
and play me dirty

because,

I refuse to be a poet tonight...