Sean Farragher


Serious Sexual Aftershocks

I am first infant at your breasts.
I switch easily between ages
of man and lives as a child again.
Can you feel the shift in my tongue
as I kiss you like a man and then
with my mouth I suckle opening
and closing my fist or holding
one of your fingers? Or was that
my finger as a man. I love how
children do this in such innocence.

I caress your sex easily as a man
and I look at it as home as infant.

I am drawn to what I cannot
remember as a man. An Infant
knows the passage from birth.
I heard myself fuck you many
a night as we rolled in the bed
my hands covering your belly
holding it like I wanted my
own infant. I told you my
Mother sucked my cock when
I was 11 after I nursed her
breasts. It was ritual she said
to exorcise her loneliness --
to escape my drunken father's
deceptive infantile rage.

When I became a man it
took hours on a shrink's bed
to understand mother
had hypnotized me.
My father was long dead.

I didn't resist and now at
your heart I hear joy
simply course through
your nipples as I suck
them as your man, no,
you are not my mother.
She died last year.

No, you could be my
child, but are not. I can
feel the rigors of sex
in every word I key.
I am not sorry now
that this poem became
serious. I am often in
that state of mind when
I remember your orgasm
in the ninth month just
before the water broke.

I am your man and light
shines on your wet tits
and your cunt is warm
against my mouth as
you suck on my cock
until I am delirious.

 

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Aftershocks

I am first infant at your breasts.
I switch easily between ages
of man and live as one infant again.

Can you feel the shift in my tongue
as I kiss you like a man and then
with my mouth I suckle opening
and closing my fist or holding
one of your dark fingers? 
That was my sign as a man.

I am drawn to what I cannot
remember as a man. An Infant
knows the passage from birth.
Every aftershock has its place.

When I became a man
I learned that pleasure
had hypnotized my sighs.
I love to not resist. I am
the rigors of sex to love,
until I am delirious.