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by Dossie Easton


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  WHEN YOU FUCK ME I BECOME ENORMOUS

  When you fuck me I become enormous:

  A greatness grows inside me,

  Around your hand I

  Swell

  Resistance amplifies, friction heats,

  Pushing pulls up power so I

  Struggle, thrashing and yelling, straining against you.

  Restraining, you overpower me,

  hold me down

  hold me still so I can feel

  heat of cunt, pressure of blood,

  swelling of delicate tissues stretched beyond reason,

  the obvious redness of passion.

  Your face over mine, your eyes

  penetrating, your fist in deep

  I am strung out on a burning rope,

  threaded

  From your fist in my cunt to your tongue in my mouth you

  Open me a channel that stretches

  far beyond both of us.

  You pour through me red like vaporized stone

  Laughing now me gasping and

  I am gigantic full of you

  You grab my hair, cover my mouth, drown me with

  Your tongue, sweet complicated taste of hot mixed spit

  I suck you in, your wetness

  Blows me up again a huge balloon

  How can I breathe?

  I reach my heart out below us and

  Pull up redness from the center of the earth

  where stone melts, and I

  Suck you down into me all cavernous

  With your hand I pull you through me

  String you on the burning rope

  stretched through me from the earth to the moon.

  You spread your fingers wide in side of me

  I stretch, not knowing why, so I

  Take you in deeper, push you back, you

  Fuck a rougher rhythm, swift I levitate and

  Still you hold me down, pouring

  Through me (gaping) liquefied stone…

  All walls melt.

  I can take you,

  all of you,

  and I can give you back.

  Dossie Easton, © 1993. Originally published in The Bottoming Book, Greenery Press, San Francisco, 1995.

 

 

 


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