"The Platonic Blow" by Wystan Hugh Auden
We aligned mouths.
We entwined.
All act was clutch,
All fact contact,
All the attack and the interlock Of tongues,
the charms of arms.
I shook at the touch Of his fresh flesh,
I rocked at the shock of his c--k.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. Warning! This poem may contain suggestive erotic content. Go Back Continue