Jasmyn Huff
Do you remember
the touch of her—
not the everyday mundane
touch of people
in the world—the handshakes
or hugs or pats on the back—
the touch of her—the electricity
of her fingers gliding
up your back—the voltage
of her lips brushing
your skin—a power
so overwhelming you thought
it might stop and then start up your heart again—
the current of words
whispered into the tiny hairs
on your goose-pimpled flesh—
“on your knees”
—the weakness of your joints
as you had no choice
but to comply—
such was her energy—the force
of her girlcock in your mouth
as you sucked her—lips gripping
creating friction creating moans—
the warm salty sweetness
of her girl cum splashing
on your tongue—the feel
of her on your face—longing—desire
for more—
do you remember?
Signature
Your hand floats through the air
holding a brush peppered with pigment
graceful and elegant brushing my eyelids
with colors I cannot see but I know
look amazing because of your smile:
crooked and pleased. You paint me
like I’m your canvas preparing me to be
yours in the world and I’m so proud
to be yours in the world, to be your work
of art. You come off your knees
onto my stomach as your brush flies
from my face to the palette and back
the sweet pain from your pinning my arms
recedes reluctant. Not that you need me
pinned. You tied my hands off to prevent
me from defacing your work—you know me
so well know I can’t help reaching
a finger up to touch to explore. You apply
my lipstick the color you bought for me to wear
only around you. My favorite color
because it’s yours. The moment of you studying
my lips making sure every corner perfect
up to your particular standards. Every pigment
exactly where you expect and you rock back
against my bent legs making me your chair. “Perfection”
you utter. I purr at your pleasure.
“Just needs a signature”
you say and hike up your dress and place yourself
just over my face—I guess the world
will have to wait.
Jasmyn Huff (she/her) is the leading proponent of the theory she is a trans woman. She believes punctuation is a tool invented by the straights. Her family likes to come to her with computer issues. She dreams of one day watching waves from her porch and never touching the sand while rain clouds gather on the horizon. At night she will cast spells and run naked with her demon friends.