Erotic Poetry
"Greeting Sex in a Car" an erotic poem by John Pullega
Zigarettenpause by Ben Marcato
We light a Djarum nestled back to back.
The smell of ash & gingerbread around
my chest (a beat away from heart attack),
the wind chime shiver of her breath – the sound
condensed upon the window pane as steam
that hides (from outside gazers) cherry stones
that bloom upon our necks – evoke my scream.
Ball gags of nicotine relax our bones.
The taste of latex saturates my tongue
but laced with sweat, makes honey on our lips;
her sun-starved pale skin, my iron lung,
escapes my view as jeans snake up her hips.
She winks & swallows hard & zips her fly.
She rests her head on me & breathes a sigh.
Originally published July 2011