38. DB

you kneeled before me
in the bar behind
Club DeVille
surrounded by
four walls of wood
gray stone beneath
gray sky above
your mouth mounted my pussy
like a fucking jockey
panting inside me
your lips around mine
riding eachother

in a late march thunderstorm
you, me, the earth
every surface permeated,
a rainy day at the races

my back
slowly arching
back
curving around
the bar I leaned on

your back
slowly arching
forwards
curving into me
protecting our wetness
from the wetness of the sky

I couldn't tell if you were
giving me life
or sucking my soul.