I like it.
Waking to the creak of my bedroom window opening,
A soft slide and your boot lands next to my hip,
Birds sing early summer,
The heat not yet rising,
Not yet rising, but close.
Your up-all-night hands,
Grimy, smelling of cigarettes and other girls,
Lift the painted sash,
Wallet chain slinging,
Knocking against the sill,
I stretch but keep my eyes shut,
Faux sleep so you can throw your long body over me,
Wake me with your hand between my legs,
Your teeth marking my shoulder,
Your thighs binding me, holding me still,
I am waking, waking for you.


About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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One Response to Waking

  1. GeekPornGirl says:

    Thanks for including me in your links!


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