Poems by: Kevin Sampsell


ANSWERING MACHINE LOVE

     This is not an obscene phone call
   not for you and I anyhow
not for your hair    curling
     to the sound of the inflection
      in my moaning
      and my breath losing its stride
and twisting  your nipples   in my teeth
  my lungs    heaving through the
       tiny speakers
        and into your ear
      my tongue kissing it...
Will you listen to this
over and over
even when I'm there?
  I'm slipping it on   now
   over my head tightly
my Batman mask
     you are purring
long and hard  now
      I feel   the vibrations
        my kitty,  my pussy,
        my cat,  my woman.
We are the king and queen
 of Gotham city   and
    even though you are not  here
I am there
(or a part of me is)
   Sometime soon while I am out
         I expect to come
                         home
   and find
(a part of)  you

ULYSSES I remember entering the hotel lobby and seeing those New York boys sitting close together on a couch by the soda and candy machines. They were leering at me, leaning forward, as if trying to look in my pockets or find the border line of my underwear as highlighted by my tight ass jeans. They listened as I talked to the clerk and they laughed so I could hear them and said something about northwest boys being "fine". I joined them on the couch and tried asking them what they thought about the festival we were all attending. I got no straight answers. Their speech was filled with innuendoes. The one sitting next to me was an eccentric Jewish boy with a safari hat and khaki shorts. I let him lightly brush his hairy legs against mine. His name was Ulysses. That night Ulysses bought me a drink as we listened to a Top-40 cover band in the lounge full of small-town types and fake leather booths. Old ladies asked us if we wanted to dance but we declined. He bought me drink after drink. Later, in his room I paid him back with my mouth. The next morning he wouldn't shut up. "I really liked that dick in the mouth routine" he said. He did not use the phrase "giving head" because he thought it conjured disturbing images; As if watching a blanket bob up and down with a stranger's teeth and claws inside made him feel at ease. Ulysses and his heckling lechers kept their post night after night on the lobby couch harassing the clerk and every young man who walked nearby. On the fourth and last day of my stay Ulysses and a friend were easily swayed into a three-body free-style massage in my room. We spent the night quietly touching and moving. Their voices turned low in the dark and serious. Loving. We curled into balls after cumming on the pillows, hands, and necks. We rested with the sheets off as the sun started to appear. The wake up call two hours away. Our glowing bodies.
ANSWERING MACHINE LOVE This is not an obscene phone call not for you and I anyhow not for your hair curling to the sound of the inflection in my moaning and my breath losing its stride and twisting your nipples in my teeth my lungs heaving through the tiny speakers and into your ear my tongue kissing it... Will you listen to this over and over even when I'm there? I'm slipping it on now over my head tightly my Batman mask you are purring long and hard now I feel the vibrations my kitty, my pussy, my cat, my woman. We are the king and queen of Gotham city and even though you are not here I am there (or a part of me is) Sometime soon while I am out I expect to come home and find (a part of) you
ANSWERING MACHINE LOVE This is not an obscene phone call not for you and I anyhow not for your hair curling to the sound of the inflection in my moaning and my breath losing its stride and twisting your nipples in my teeth my lungs heaving through the tiny speakers and into your ear my tongue kissing it... Will you listen to this over and over even when I'm there? I'm slipping it on now over my head tightly my Batman mask you are purring long and hard now I feel the vibrations my kitty, my pussy, my cat, my woman. We are the king and queen of Gotham city and even though you are not here I am there (or a part of me is) Sometime soon while I am out I expect to come home and find (a part of) you