Street Theatre


Sex dope,
going at it like resuscitation,
doggedly pumping,
slip-sliding, butt bucking,
humping to the fast-tracked beat of “Staying Alive”,
displaying a peachy, arse-crack smile,
engrossed in groaning grunts
which drift through gaping, window
toward waiting silence.

Gaining pace, heart racing,
you feel the tantalising itch rise…
so close, so close…
the climax rocks your body.
You buck, then stop, sopping up
the thrill, the rhyme behind the tickle;
those fresh, yet familiar
silken ribbons of inner ripples…

Sated, you flop.

From the seething street;
raucous jeers,
course roars,
tumultuous applause.

too late you know
you should have kept your curtains closed.

🙂 🙂 🙂

Sex dope is an anagram of #Exposed

Note to porn site spammers – I’m not interested. Gimme a break, so I don’t have to go to the trouble of deleting your weird comments 😉

©Jane Paterson Basil

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