Hot Lamb

Hot lamb

Hold my hand

Sticky fingers before you stand

This is intimate

Yes.

That is true

Horizontal on the carpet

Chewing our food

Have I got lost in a romance imagined?

Hot lamb love language

And it’s one I speak

I do

But the thing I want most

Is you touch me

I touch you

See inside me

For your eyes to penetrate

My legs spread

An invitation to your fingers

For each finger to reach

Wet into my bones

For your perverted whispers to curl my painted toes

Don’t you want to be inside me too?

The filth in your letters brought my mouth up to you

I look at the lamb in the fields we pass

Cold and uncooked

Perhaps I should join them

Idle

Alone

Not hot and gravied baby

Raw piece of meat sitting still in your home

Am I passenger in your dying trust?

I would feel dead if this is your ‘us’

Nymph in my spine

Say hello to my demon

I act spoilt I feel bored

Must my desire have reason?

Silent bodies in a silent bed

Touch me

Sir

My internal voice begs

Hot lamb at night

Hot tea in the morning

What I want is obsession

For your eyes to be adoring

Yes this is nice

Adorable and soft

But I like it hard

Darling

Some eat it hot.