Humberto Peacock

Sex With a Stranger 

Her body breathes me in —
shivers trace her spine 
they drape over me like a fleshy canopy
her shadowy form obscuring a still half-moon
we follow beads of sweat 
from her forehead 
down to her navel
songs pour from our tongues
her body breathes me in.

When I enter I start with
her mouth
lips brush, indelible
I taste her nipples, stroke her ready cunt 
with my fingers,
anticipate nothing unfamiliar.

Her skin is intimate as clockwork
and twice as complex
to me
her voicelessness drums along like dialogue 
skin murmuring softly.

I love her, it’s dangerous.

Night-veiled
she pours herself over my ticking cock
we listen to the way our bodies converse.

Before swallowing the dark’s
envy
she kisses the air goodnight.

Her body breathes me in —

We fuck like 
pure poetry.