Pussy sand & Blueberries make me horny now by Rosie Brodie
Pussy sand
The ocean is wet for me,
I soak in the brine of sea slug sex and coral spawning,
zygotes writhe through the very water we soak in.
My fingers prune and float pale on the surface,
like a dead fish.
I look up and see my lovers
dance above me,
sand drips into my eyes and I rub it in.
eyes red, salt and sand and sex,
slits slick and sex spit.
Sand flows out of me,
pouring rivers down my thighs,
I pissed in this ocean.
I think she left shells in my pubes
as a compliment,
I think that first lap of foam at my toes
was the invite,
I think she wants to fuck me.
Have you ever grinded on the sea floor so hard,
hours later you are still pulling broken shells from your pussy?
Lovers leave with sand on their backs,
have you ever watched someone
pick the sand
out of someone else’s shoulder blades?
Tiny rocks stuck so smoothly in line with one’s skin,
they scarcely feel like anything
but the bumps and grooves of a new spine
traced from neck to waist.
Their stomach is smooth,
like the back of a hand holding a stone.
They sparkle with gritty little crystals,
shells stick to your tongue.
You spit out the sand,
and grin at what a mess you have made;
your house is the sandpit,
you are in bed with the sea.
Blueberries make me horny now
i.
Sweat drips down his neck
The two of them sink to the ground
That’s alright love
Have some water
Want me to fan ya
Yeah carn that’d be alright
ii.
Nat, I’m so hot
This is fucked
When’s it supposed to rain
Have you got any V left
Rose the only way
You’re getting through this patch of berries,
Is if you imagine yourself in a nightclub laden with sticky queers,
Bodies against you
Babes in your ear
The bluebs are the babes Rose
Go get em
iii.
We smack gum and
Chew protein bars
Dicks get drawn on our cars
We all sit down and laugh
The blueberry field
Is a sexually charged place
All members of the fringe
Gathered to pick
Ripe juicy berries
I give my water bottle a lick
We’re gay
And we’re queer
And we’re questioning
We’re dykes
And we’re dudes
And we’re sweating
The next person to come down this aisle
I’m gonna proposition
The sun beats us
I’m a blueberry pickin’ bottom
When we fuck
We see berries
When we strip off and jump
The water circles us
It tickles us
We see berries
