Bermuda Triangle


When I tie myself in red


at attention near the foot


of your bed


Where I put the privilege


of loving you, watching you


from the edge


How I screw my body, twist


to get loose, my dick bigger


than a fist


While you trigger another


erotic shot, or phone up


the other


Whose turn to bone up freezes


my deliciously hung watch


in teases


And why your soft crotch only


inches from penetration


fights lonely...


Whatever liberation


brings is nothing to being


your Haitian.