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April 30, 2002
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Your lunch break begins with my feet sole to sole, knees out to the sides, crotch splayed open like an orange slice, a scored mango, any out-turned fruit ripe on this hardwood floor, which rubs at my spine as you come at me clothed, your shirttails out, your pocket change rattling, your unshaven chin gnawing at my neckline, at my cheek, to my mouth, where we stay lip to lip until you fumble into me with the gasp of a drowning man, which has my feet at your backbone, my legs around your hips like a parenthetical, an aside: your balls slap my ass while the microwave beeps. Our arms reach a swan dive, my hip plates meet yours, and you don't breathe again until the wave catches you up and coming. Outside, the traffic swells, the front-yard cherry tree burns in the lunchtime sun, and your soup waits, hot like the trickle down my thighs when I finally arrive on my feet, dizzy and starving. |
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Carissa Neff and Nerve.com | |||
Commentarium (47 Comments)
delectable
Incredible last sentence - great piece, hot and fast, like the lunchtime quickie!
Thanks.
OH YAH!!!!....excellent poem...
That was...good, very good. For the briefest moment, I felt like I was there. Maybe we need a siesta tradition too.
Great Poem Carissa. So hot, so spicy, this poem.
Can I have some more?
shane
Well written. Makes me hungry.
ho hum
ho hum? after reading this poem i called my girlfriend to get home from work. immediately. great fuckin poem.--boston jayson
hot...erotic...makes me want to come home for lunch more often. Deliciously devious.
Hot Sexy. Just the kind of lunch I like
Hot Sexy. Just the kind of lunch I like
"Hold the Mayo"..um,um..
It was "Hot & Sexy"...
What's the silverware for..she asks
Time for bed my Dear...Lets eat out!
Nourishing yet it makes me hungry still
Well done. Dripping,...yes.
Chris
melikeyverymuchy-nolunchy-likedrippyone...
A sensual,erotic fantasy fulfilled. Can you breath, my Princess? I know you cannot. You are overwhelmed by the most wicked of Thoughts, on fire with carnal ravage...Mmmm....loved this peice!!
A sensual,erotic fantasy fulfilled. Can you breath, my Princess? I know you cannot. You are overwhelmed by the most wicked of Thoughts, on fire with carnal ravage...Mmmm....loved this peice!!
A sensual,erotic fantasy fulfilled. Can you breath, my Princess? I know you cannot. You are overwhelmed by the most wicked of Thoughts, on fire with carnal ravage...Mmmm....loved this peice!!
This rocks. An erotic, evocative feast of words. The best hot poem I've read in years.
As a bit of porn, this works well; it has the familiar language: balls slapping against an ass; cum trickling down a leg. But this language works against the poem. Not sure the poet thought the images through; why is the narrator starved after her "hot lunch?" Not very filling?
Cuz good sex always leaves you hungrier for more. MORE!!! Yes.
Wonderful. Perfect. HOT.
MAY I HAVE SECONDS AND THIRDS PLEASE!!!!
Brilliant. I think I just had a meltdown. It's refreshing to see hot words written from what would be MY point of view. We all need more HOT lunches, twice a day.
your balls slap my ass while the microwave beeps.. three cheers for prose
I hum in the afterglow
by the microwaves green light
touching bruised skin
blotches of rose red
spooning salt into her wound
as foam tipped waves retreat
we gorge ourselves
on smouldering heat
and full lipped sweetness.
3thoughts
As hot as a mid day fuck.
Thought this to be very HOT,as my body loves it alot.
WoW! If only we could all have lunch breaks like that, no one would mind going to work. It's really well written , enjoyed it. JL
the images of the traffic swelling and the cherry tree burning in the sun are so perfect for the mood, I just love this piece. where can I read more of your work?
phthalo42@yahoo
its such a beautiful cricket chirping
september day
i thought hot lunch was very apropo
poets seldom get the feedback they deserve
or the feedback they want
so i giveth
to youeth
those sort of sentiments at this time
Well, that was one hot lunch!! When can I have one?
Hey, this is great -- really good. Thank you.
i have to admit that i read your poem with much skepticism--i mean, the rest of this site reeks of cheese, why not this poem? i was pleasantly surprised, however. excellent job. i especially like how tensely you hold the images of food--everything strung on a line in order; defintely drives the hunger theme home. anywhere else you publish? my best,
That was absolutely beautiful!!!
that was nice.
Love it! Love it! Lov it!
Love it! Loveit! Love it! are you pulished? where can I get more of your unique style? nadiyahsdelights@aol.com
Thanks for great visualization. I'm so looking for to my next hot lunch - mmmmmmmmmm.
Thanks for great visualization. I'm so looking forward to my next hot lunch - mmmmmmmmmm.
awesome poem...just like you were there...nice work
YEAH! Now THAT's a POEM!
citrusy good (orange slice, opening lines)
Thanks to the editors for a fine choice.
citrusy good (orange slice, opening lines)
Thanks to the editors for a fine choice.
Gee wilikers. Perhaps you were starving for good sex.
French mother? French Penis? :)
Now you say something