and forage in your skin and apertures.
It happens fast. It hits a frantic pitch.
I want to touch touch, suck suck, lick lick
like my kin in the animal kingdom.
Suction noises horrify and thrill me,
forensic evidence of what I'm doing
and doing and doing, pants around
my ankles, twigs in my hair. I am
sweaty and dirty, a little bit bloody,
smell of exactly what I have been
up to, sneak home like the criminal I am,
new memory like a seltzer in my crotch.
from The Best American Erotic Poems (Scribner, 2008)