Cluster Fucked
by Stephanie Simpson-Woods

   Oh, how I fucking wanted this!

   Your words dripped down my body like the salty water streaming down a sea lion emerging from the ocean’s shore. I pleaded, I begged to feel your wilted flesh against my skin- the long, coarse hairs on your chest intertwining with the tiny, soft hairs on mine- your breath against my body burning my skin like the cherry on this useless cigarette I hold between my yellow fingers.

   You warned me - you urged me to stay away, but your mystery and intrigue only drew me closer to the cold, stale sheets on your deathbed. I lay here panting- my stomach scratched, bruised, bleeding- my flesh torn, removed viciously by your inviting fangs- my stringy, blood covered, thigh muscles, fully exposed from the dismantled skin surrounding them, still twitching from the pain inflicting pleasure you’ve bestowed upon me.

   With each tender kiss you ripped away sections of my soul, just as you said you would, but I agreed to every inch of you, every muffled scream that fell from between my lips while you fed, and every harsh thrust I remained in sync with. Your sweltering sweat still drips down my neck, mixing with the blood oozing from the purple and red gashes on my aroused chest.

   I lay here in after glow, slipping away from life, reality and the human kind- puffing away on this cigarette while you roll me over and feast on the small of my back. I can hear your teeth saw through the bones attaching my hips to my spine, yet I lay here, my eyes rolling back in my head like your bite is some kind of sick, erotic morphine.

   I agreed to this. I came to you. I wanted this cluster fuck as much as I wanted my own death and my own rebirth. Take me again, devour me, spit me out into a pile of bodily slush and allow my body to rebuild itself just as you had promised it would and let me spend all of eternity- your soulless, pleasure–filled slave.

©2003 Stephanie Simpson-Woods