Bird
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Poem Sex Story: While she's gardening, a bright blue bird falls from the sky. Illustrated.
Caution: This Poem Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Fiction Illustrated .
A flash bulleted the bright blue bird
and he fell to the ground
a few feet from the garden plot
where I was working.
I knelt close.
His heart beat fast and faint.
I cradled him and set him inside the fence
to protect him from the neighbor’s cat.
“He’s probably a goner,” Gavin said
and we made love gently all night long.
In the morning the bird still lay still
and Gavin went to work
and I watched the bird while weeding.
“Still alive?” Gavin mused
upon coming home that afternoon
and we went in and washed up
and after dinner lay together
caressing soft and slow
until quietly we came.
Next day the bird was better.
He hopped around inside the cage.
Outside, the cat eyed him, her eyes
cruel and relentless.
“How’s your bird?” Gavin asked by cell.
“He’s not mine,” I answered.
Gavin didn’t know what to say.
The next day the bird flew.
Middle of the yard he dropped.
My mouth opened.
He got up, dropped again,
got up,
dropped,
and lay there.
Dead.
I thought about bringing him back inside the cage
to preserve him. Perhaps he could be mounted.
But I let him be
and went in to wash up
and mourn.
“Gone?” Gavin asked when he got home.
I nodded.
We fucked violently. Relentlessly. Never had our fuck been so ferocious.
It was our best fuck ever.
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