My body is a Roadmap

Stuck

stuck in the sierras

we ate in silence

we tried to fuck and your touch

felt like poison to me

we woke to escape

and fought how to get out

we drove in silence

when did i start to feel like poison to you?

gone from the sierras

the last trip i don't remember

Can i Rest Here?

as I come up from between your legs

licking my lips of your taste

I slide in between you

hand between my own legs

beginning to touch you, fucking you wholly

i feel the laughter in your belly beneath me

"stop fucking me like you have a dick"

you giggle and chatter

"it's kinda fun, no?"

I try to be playful in response

but i'm just met with you shifting,

moving us back to the familiar plac

maybe this is why we can't fuck anymore.