Apocalyptic Sex

Apocalyptic Sex

Mark Coleman

  The lowboy starts to walk towards you on its wobbly, stupid legs. Vomiting out its idiotic contents. Knickknacks that could be civil war relics hitting you in the face. Giving you black eyes and a fat lip.
  She takes off one article of clothing at a time. Making a real sexy show with the stockings. Rolling them down to her ankles in a way that could make a man have a heart attack.
  After taking them off, she throws them to you. As though they were souvenirs. Say a band's set list.
  A gray haired Tommy Atkins who survived the war without a scratch sits in his bedroom frantically making zip guns because his gun safe just took issue with him. Bringing out the heavy artillery and blowing holes in the walls.
   She doesn't so much lick her lips as run her tongue over them as though trying to get rid of some imperfection that occurred in the application of her lipstick. Maybe, the bathroom mirror hadn't been cleaned in a while. Or maybe it was just haste.
  A little girl's lunchbox tries to eat her as she's walking to school. A woman's bed jacket rises, and comes at her waving its arms and screaming. Or, maybe, just making spooky ghost sounds.
  She walks, or more accurately struts/saunters, to where you sit on the bed naked. Though, you're hard as a rock, you hope your eagerness doesn't show in your eyes.
  A teenage boy's boutineer shoots out of his tux's buttonhole and kills the prom queen just as they're crowning her.
  A bouquet of flowers clutched tightly to her chest. Now another flower embedded in her skull. Bleeding profusely.
  She looks like Botticelli's Venus. Except she's not trying to cover anything with her hair. It flows over her breasts out of its own volition. You always did like women with long hair. Even if it does tend to cover their other charms.
  A German heart-faced teen darling is doing battle with an army of dirndls. Bolos come flying like geese out of the jewels of the Earth. Sending the villagers running with their children clutched to them. Weeping on their breasts.
  As she comes over to you you think, Jesus, what an angel. And here with you for some reason. Her red bra and panties on your floor. Her dress a crumpled mass near the bedroom door.
  A car full of hooligans are playing mailbox baseball. One mailbox isn't having any of it, jumps into the car with them, and starts ripping out their throats. A boy scout watches an old lady cross the road, get hit by a car, and shrugs.
  As she comes nearer to you, it's as though she's begun to walk on eggshells. Suddenly shy, apprehensive, having second thoughts? Christ, you hope it's not the latter. These sorts of encounters are becoming exceedingly more rare.
  A Catholic's rosary coils around her neck and strangles her. An Orthodox Jew's tefillin turns anti-Semitic, and with the help of his tallit, drives his head into a brick wall. Killing him instantly.
  Your doubts seem to have been unfounded. She doesn't full on kiss you. Just brush your lips with her's then lifts her leg, foot on the bed, giving you a view of her pouting sex.
  Inviting you to kiss her there. You do so. Not so much with gusto but just a peck. The more passionate kissing will come later.
  A homeless junkie overdoses. He had a good heart but no comes to his funeral. Not even his own mother. No one mourns or even cares.
  She bats her long mascaraed eyelashes. Seems suddenly to be the coquette. You'd take her for a good girl. Full of innocence.
  Perhaps, waiting for marriage or the right man to fuck. Make love to? You can't make out any of this.
  A girl stands on the side of the road with a sign that reads, "Travillin Hungry Full of Love." No one gives her a dime. So, she leaves the sign on the sidewalk and walks away.
  This off and on thing is kind of strange. Yet undeniably sexy. She leans down and embraces you as though you were the only man in the world. The transition from slut to prude continues. Either way, you'll soon possess her.
  A child is molested by his stepfather. He grows up depressed and suicidal. He sees therapists but they can do nothing for him. He sleeps around with men. Giving them blowjobs in their cars for money to support a crack habit.
  She takes you in her mouth for about a minute or so then slowly climbs on top of you. After a bit of this you go down on her. Your hands firmly grasping her buttocks. Then she's back guiding you into her.
  This time you're on top. You massage her breasts. You kiss her repeatedly. She returns your kisses. Thrusting her tongue into your mouth.
  A vet keeps calling the hotline. Not the sex kind. He's on hold for such a long time that he gets his army issue and does what the war failed to do.
  Despite the fact that you have blue balls, you don't come for awhile. She moans like it's the best she's ever had. You want to roll your eyes or stick out your tongue. Could always just flip her the bird.
  An old man's cancer is causing him so much pain that he shoots himself in the head. Another just decides that he has nothing to live for, and after getting off work from the job he always hated, comes home and does the same.
  You finally do come. You wonder if she can feel it filling her. You're sure she can. This is what the whole act is about.
  In the end, you always feel empty or disappointed that it's over. Like a good book or movie. But, of course, it can't go on forever.
  She might sleep with you till morning. She might not. You might have breakfast or brunch. Then you will part ways and you will never see this girl again.
  His wife hears the gunshot. Comes running in. Finds him. His head lying on the table in a pool of his own blood. She becomes hysterical and starts screaming. The children cry. Not understanding. Just knowing their mother is upset. But that's just the way it goes. Life can't be all orgasms.