As I laid in my bed,
I thought of you and I once again.
Though you were far away,
the work of your charms would begin.
Looking out of my window,
my eyes were drawn up to the stars,
but my hands were drawn down and slowly wrapped around
something rather more hard.
First slowly and casually,
as the thought of your scent filled my mind,
then quickly and urgently
as I imagined our bodies entwined.
With a spasm and a groan,
I drained my desire through my issue
and gently drifted off,
though in my heart I still missed you.
Now I slowly but surely begin to wake from my sleep,
as you try to be silent but open the door with a creak.
You get into the bed and lay down your sweet head
but your fingers twitch restlessly in between your legs.
As I listen to the soft sounds of your pleasure,
with each labored breath drawn in slow measure,
I must have let slip the tiniest gasp
because your hand reaches back, trying to grasp
Then in no time, you seek and you find,
and without hesitation, pull me in from behind.
You're bearing down as I'm pushing in.
A perfect moment of wholeness, then the pulsation begins.
I reach to the front just to lend a helping hand,
and my fingers are soaked by the sweet juice of your glands
but then you break our link and roll off of your side.
You climb atop, and I'm in for the ride.
You grind so hard that I feel I'm about to explode,
then you arch your back as your muscles contract
and I fear it's the end of the road.
But I push you off because I'm not ready to stop
and after a moment, I'm the one getting on top
but once I'm inside you have your own surprise
and licking a finger, slide it right in from behind
In this moment the feeling is so intense
that I am frozen, and every muscle clenched.
Then I recover because I have a job to do.
You flash a dirty grin, but I'm going to finish you.
Gently but firmly my hands wrap around your sweet neck,
and I squeeze a little life from the one I'd give mine to protect.
When your nails dig in, I don't even try to defend,
as our bodies shudder at the beginning of the end.
Now with a roar together we soar
in a fit of breathless ecstasy,
but as the damn bursts, the moment is cursed
and you're cruelly ripped from me.
When I awoke, your name was still on my tongue,
sweet on the lips but with bitterness it stung.
I laid alone in my wet, sticky bed of despair,
and longed for those moments the two of us never really shared.
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ninjaaron:
I will, @jaybugg! I do write a TON of prose, mostly about programming (tutorials, opinions, advice) and some of my stuff has gained a little traction online. I was surprised to find that poetry comes much more easily now than it did when I was younger, and I assume it must be because I write so much about programming—though I wouldn't have expected those skills to overlap. Cross-training or something. 🤷
jaybugg:
All about connecting words, so it certainly has a realm to it, just as math relates to all. For me its word visuals. When I hear certain words it triggers things, and I attach them to a certain event or emotion, then build upon that. So for me writing comes rarely.