Alice in…[Poem] by Robert Beveridge


“Oh, as to the whiting,” said the Mock Turtle, “they—you’ve seen them, of course?”…
“I believe so,” Alice replied thoughtfully. “They have their tails in their mouths—and they’re all over crumbs.” –Lewis Carroll

You watched the X-Rated
Alice in Wonderland before
you came to bed. When you
got there, already naked,
you pulled my hand from myself,
shoved it between your legs.
“I need you to get me off,”
in a tone of both command
and desperation. Your lips
under my fingers already
wet from your own ministrations,
clit swollen, ready. My fingers
got you halfway before my
tongue replaced them, your
whimpers turned to moans,
then cries as you pushed
your delicious crotch so far
we were one body, muscles’
pull on my fingers so strong
as to try and keep them
inside you forever. But no,
as the wave of your orgasm
broke I slid up your body,
into the slick sweet center
of you with a cock harder
than any finger could ever be.
Your cries in my ear pushed
me faster, too fast, and I pushed
just as hard into you, came
forever in a second, gripped
your body as it gripped my shaft.

Robert Beveridge makes noise ( and writes poetry just outside Cleveland, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in Chiron Review, Zombie Logic Review, and The Literateur, among others.

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