Want

By Bud Koenemund

A 100 word story

For Lindsay

  I want to push you against the wall, and mash my mouth against yours; kissing you until we’re both gasping for breath. I want to pull your hair, leaning your head back, exposing your delicate neck to my lips. I want your legs wrapped around me as I carry you to bed. I want to tear the clothes from your body as we fumble toward ecstasy. I want to stare into your eyes, and clutch your throat, as we fuck – not making love – each other into delirium until we collapse; sweaty and exhausted; our limbs entangled, as we whisper endearments.

Two Haiku

By Bud Koenemund

In the Ear of the Beholder

For Kitty Boyce

"Fuck me!" Vulgar in

polite society. But,

welcome from your lips.

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Darkness and Light

For "Her."

Some say the darkness

is as much a gift as light.

My heart disagrees.

Vulgar Divinity

By Bud Koenemund

For Kitty

The words – vulgar – not for use in polite company.

Yet, somehow beautiful in your mouth…in the moment.

Arms embracing…

Bodies superimposed…

Penetrating…

Fingers searching…

Intertwined…

Mouths touching, each breathing in the others' breath…

…and your moan in my ear, urging me on.

In the physical, we're not "making love,"

or merely "having sex." No, desire for one another has driven us past that.

And, as our little deaths approach…

Inevitable…

Unstoppable…

"Fuck me!"

This plea, paired with endearments, becomes divine;

a connection to some heavenly thing I reach out to grasp

before plummeting back to Earth.