Three-Legged Sprinting and Other Poems by Ismail Bala
Three-Legged Sprinting It isn’t so much that she adores him and wants to move in with him that keep me sleepless at night as the image of them trudging upstairs hand-in-hand in a sort of three-legged sprinting. I only have to shut my eyes and he is holding her by the waist, urging her towards the bed. He has left the door ajar, but I can’t quite see what’s going on, only peeps once in a while: the tattoo on her leg, the sweat on her glistening back. I want to turn away, but the horror of her orgasm throttles in my throat, the shock of her tongue flaunting with his tongue, her mumbling sweet nonsense, her letting out a monstrous moan. Fraulein of Coy She must think me maverick teasing my rod against her hands of ejection she giggles perhaps behind my slack before the next smack certain in her confidence...