You + Me = Awwwww Yeah

J. Bradley

 

I love the way

your eyes glitter

like a broken windshield

refracting sunlight.

 

Baby, you're so fine

you should only be seen

at night basking beneath

broken light bulbs.

 

Awww yeah sweet thing,

you should rock my world

like I'm a bridge

smothered in plastique.

 

Yeah, I can see it now

I step up to you and I speak

sweet speculums in your ear,

spreading you for an oral exam.

 

Now, before you and I

make a you and me sandwich

beneath these sheets, I must

confess something.

 

When I look at you sober,

I'd rather participate

in a hot circle jerk

with a rusty garbage disposal.

 

But right now, I'm

not that sober. I see you

and my boner pitches

platoons in these khakis.

 

 

I've got plenty of gentlemen callers

who wanna knock on your door,

hand you a bouquet of baby's breath

and a box of my finest baby taffy.

 

I'm not sassy. I'm honest.

I just wanna get all up

in your hatchet wound

and let my lips be a tourniquet.

 

Let me suck out all the pain.

Let me rock your universe

until shame doesn't know

how to wake me up in the morning.

 

Ride me like an giant eagle

until we crash into a tree

and you and me have acorns

in places we shouldn't have acorns.

 

Let's practice making porn

sans the cameras.

Let's practice writing horny poems

sans the stanzas.

 

I just want you

to be Tony Danza

and show me tonight

who's the boss.

 

I am a coupon

that expires at dawn.

Redeem it so you and I

can get it on.

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J. Bradley invented a jet pack for bears.  Some of the magazines that gave his work a home include Word Riot, MungBeing Magazine, At-Large Magazine, Death Metal Poetry, LiteraryMary.  Find him here at myspace.com/jbradley.