Curl

This began with a single image, and became something else. I don’t know whether there’s any meter-game name for it, but each ‘stanza’ is like a steroidal senryu at 7-10-7 syllables. -M

Curl

Curl up, knees to chin, head bowed

Hands clasped around in front, a nice tight ball

Hold still while I bind you snug

Rolled over, across the bed

Like a warm, pliant marble in my palm

Placed just so as I want you

On your knees, the supplicant

Tracing the topography of your spine

I arch over and spike in

Familiar sounds, skin, scent

Turn unreal, as you’ve become something else

Something I’ve made you into

On your back, as a coiled spring

Feet on my stomach, unable to push

I unwind myself in you

Turning you this way and that,

Spread arousal, sweat, cum across the sheets

Pierce in your sphere as I please

Settling on your side, panting

Slick-sheened, buried, nearly sated, curled around

Trapped twitching descent to sleep