he steps forward and his lips press against mine
invading tongue probing...exploring...conquering
instinctively I recoil, repelled by the obnoxious intimacy
his eyes sparkle in the sunshine, but the smile on his lips leaves his eyes untouched
the sun glinting on the knife in his hand
speaks ominously of a greater intimacy to come
his left hand on my shoulder presses downwards
and my eyes widen in terror as understanding dawns
I fall to my knees, lips quivering, tears falling
whimpering as I watch him fumble at his clothes
unable to control his excitement, desperate to free himself...
till finally the condemned man is shown the instrument of his torture
the knife blade is cold against my cheek, silent yet insistent
sobs wrack my body as I reluctantly part my lips
and he guides himself towards the entrance
his hands behind my head slowly pull me closer...
in this far corner of the schoolyard,
overfilled industrial bins spill their garbage
a vile, squalid setting for a vile, squalid act
as we merge and become as one
my eyes bulge in horror as the invader breaches the gates
muffling cries of shock as it enters, impaling, skewering
moving relentlessly forward, insinuating itself ever deeper
stopping only when I start to gag and retch
passivity is not an option, submission is not enough
the ubiquitous knife demands cooperation, engagement, enthusiasm
under his triumphant gloating leer, I moan with revulsion
as my lips and tongue enfold him in a warm embrace
as our bodies fuse into a profane whole
clouds pass over the sun as if in sympathy
determined to shroud this abomination in darkness
conceal my shame from the eyes of the world
only sounds reveal the developing obscenity
sighs of pleasure mingle with sobs of anguish
as his eyes half close, his hips begin to move
and we start briskly mating in the shadows
...time flies by, yet time crawls...
fighting every instinct, I try to work with him
praying it will help speed him to a finish
...minutes like seconds, yet minutes like hours...
hands grip head, hands clutch buttocks
securing our bond as we vigorously copulate
...in the wink of an eye, an age is passing...
hips pump, phallus thrusts, lips purse, tongue licks
such commonality of purpose, but such diversity of motive
...time loses all meaning...
lungs suck in air, brows bead with sweat
two minds focused on a common goal
...and all too soon, though after an eternity...
the rhythm quickens, the thrusts become frantic...
a geyser erupts, ejecta spatters...
cries of ecstasy mix with cries of disgust
that which is expelled with relish is received with loathing
hands on head grip tightly, as flailing hands push impotently
coupling is maintained and separation is denied
bodies shudder and eyes fly wide open
an unspeakable tableau seems frozen in time
facial expressions of delight and agony indistinguishable
as a reservoir drains and a cavern floods
he pulls out quickly, and I move to spit
but a hand on my mouth tells of different finale
I swallow hard and try not to heave
as the fruit of his lust slips down my throat
appetite sated, he dresses and runs...
the clouds part to bring light back to the darkness
and I drop to all fours, hawking and spitting
spiderweb trails hanging from my lips, glistening in the sun
