My Hips


My hips fly off the bed,
Like birds,
You kneel between my open thighs,
Two fingers inside of me,
I’m jerking myself off,
Straddling my clit,
My cunt open and wet.
And with a twist,
Your arm, pushing forward,
You yelling intelligibly,
Your hand is in me,
All I can say is “fuck me”,
And roar for the feeling of my body so big,
You so strong – us together,
My hips flying.

About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a queer butch San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran.
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