Risk Management [Poem] by Robert Beveridge


The view has never been better,
closer. He watches her, doggy
style, as her lover strokes slow
into her. His tongue flicks over
her clit, bumps up against her
lover’s balls. It is soon, too
soon, she quivers, shakes.
He can see her muscles
tighten, grip her lover’s shaft.
He works his tongue harder
as her lover drives faster,
readies himself for the spill,
inevitable, joyous. A cry,
and he comes, pushes hard
into her and empties himself
until, pulse still evident
in his cock, he slides from her
soaked center, angles down,
sends the last few jets
into her husband’s eager
throat. Husband sucks lover
clean, then applies his tongue
to her messy lips. His own cock
soaks her breasts as his tongue
penetrates her.

Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) 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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