The Cliff

As we wrestle along,
she takes her blue-sky shirt off,
the one with the cartoons we like.

I step back from her lips,
to take a quick gaze
of her beautiful body;
perfect

as nature. I start to travel down south,
with the moans of the winds
down her neck.

The pink nipples harden as I fit her breasts in my mouth.
As I lick down her stomach,
they look like hills from the Andes mountains.

I help her pull down her pajama shorts.
As I place my hands on her ass cheeks,
she opens up the end of her stomach

where the cliff is,
where her eyes can’t reach me no more,
where I drop down and introduce my tongue.

The basement lights are not on anymore.


                                                  “Just f*ck me.”