I want your sex

I want your sex, cinnamon

flavored flesh inside

and out. No time

for love, heart in a knot

or my ego in your care— no

knives, blood or tombstones.

I’m just a man with needs.

No role play, no

turtle ducking in weathered shell.

I just want your sex, cinnamon

layered flesh inside

and out. No life direction needed.

I like you a lot.

Can I kiss that again?

We sail our ships across night.

No waves to make us dizzy, no

disunity among sister sailors, no.

Too much wine makes you sick.

You and me

on strange vessels in unlike quarters.

I am not ready

For love, only your sex,

Your cinnamon flavored flesh

 

 

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I wrote this after the first month of my dating Anne Francis. At the time, I was in college and wasn’t ready for a real girlfriend but I was lonely too and inexperienced at sex. She was NOT inexperienced. I was a late bloomer in the ways of love because of my shyness. Anyway, I wrote it around March 1989 and go figure, we would go on to have a serious stormy three year relationship. I guess she was my first serious girlfriend.