THE JOURNEY
Uncapping my insecurities with your teeth
Loosening my shirt with your full lips
I stare blankly into your pupils, having your presence dress me in provocative decorum
I attempt to speak, your fingertips dispel that urge
Your breath trickles down my neck, exploring my spinal cord
Your tongue collects the goosebumps that flicker onto your canvas
You feel my body convulsing at the thought of being touched even further
Words escape my swollen lips, and you say, “Relax, I own you.”
*
My eyes breed nervousness, my hands create a boundary that you smile at.
You smile at the innocence
I’m yet to break in a new man
Without the faintest idea if my soul will be intact afterwards
“May I touch you?” I ask
“No. Give me your index finger,” you say
“Yes sir,” I purr.
You run your finger through my lips
Up and down, slowly capturing their buoyancy
Your eyes glimmer over my face, my eyes glimmer over your desires
The passion burns away at my feet, curling up my toes
“I’ll creep into you like this…” You smooch my waist.
“And I’ll plague you like this…” You grab a butt cheek.
I gasp, inhaling the aroma that lays dormant on your body
An aura that elates dead roses
“Give me your hand,” you command.
Our fingers interlock. Your other hand lifts my chin.
You smile into my eyes, it invokes joy
My lips, I moisten, as I yearn for an ounce of conviction
For unsure is what I am of this thirst and desire
“Help me, show me…”
*
You rest my back on the bed. My hands go to touch your belt buckle.
You remove my hand. “Patience and suspense means more elation.”
“Yes sir,” I murmur.
You discover my briefs. I let your hands excavate my belonging
Your fingertips greet the shaft in a slow motion.
My breath catches. A smile cracks your face.
You swirl your tongue around the tip.
You feel me expand into your palms.
You lean into my left ear. “How does it feel? How do I feel?”
*
You call me Baby
Your right hand meets my little hole
And slowly you tease me
I can feel your drool touch me and cause a river of ecstasy.
You pause. Breathe, before delving in like your life depended on it.
You grab them, my little cushions
“There’s plenty to eat,” you promise. “Get ready for a long night.”
You move to my spine, generating more neurological signs with your adventurous tip
Swirling it on the outer layer of that needy warmth
You let it get harder, then slowly inject yourself into me
You let each impalement expand me further and over the edge
I arch my back as you go in deeper
I echo your groans with my moans
We make magic together
We move together slowly
As one
Graduating in tempo and the expenditure of passion
Climbing higher and higher…higher still
And then crashing spectacularly
We suck in breaths long forgotten along the way.
“Atta boy…” you murmur with complete satisfaction
Poor you… And I was just getting started
“I missed a spot,” I say. “Let’s do it again.”
And again, the journey begins…
Written by Vhar
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17 Comments
simba
August 26, 04:47Haba, pure fuckery this morning.. Vhar nice work, u ‘ve improved a lot..felt so real..
#Chestnut
August 26, 05:40“Improved a lot”? Dude has ALWAYS been on fire!!!
Pink Panther
August 26, 06:07LOL. Aswear!
#Chestnut
August 26, 05:43Is it wrong for me to admit that whenever I see a poem here,I scroll down to check if it was Vhar who wrote it, b4 reading it? I’m so sooo sorry to all d gifted poets we have here; it’s just me…I’m just too stupid to get poetry.but Vhar…Vhar just transports me to another place…#OkBye
Mandy
August 26, 06:16Ode to a gay virgin. lol. Good one, Vhar.
Mitch
August 26, 06:56Beautiful piece Vhar
Ace
August 26, 08:05All this poetic fuckery this morning. It is well.
P.S: Suddenly I am earnestly waiting for an article from a top that is not DM. (Bite me).
Dennis Macaulay
August 26, 08:28**Bites your nyash**
Ace
August 26, 08:43Or should I add “alleged” top? Cos some folks said this blog for bottoms
JOJOARMANI
August 26, 09:20Wish I have that passion for poems…
Sinnex
August 26, 09:50hmmmm
Teflondon
August 26, 11:40Finally a piece on sex (though not raw and raunchy enough) but ill manage. all those other poems on ” true Love ” gives me all kinds of head ache. Not so my thing.
VHar; Like me or not, i respect you and your works.
Diablo
August 26, 11:47It’s another one of those quasi-poems where nothing rhymes and everything is spaced. Goody!
Tiercel de Claron
August 26, 13:38Be nice
Mandy
August 26, 18:02Poetry comes in different forms. They aren’t all about rhyme and pattern. It’s okay to say you don’t get poetry, but to sneer at one’s effort is in such poor taste. Your comment is something I’d expect from the likes of Teflondon. Not you, Diablo.
Brian Collins
August 27, 15:48They row in virtually the same boat mandy
Brian Collins
August 27, 16:08Vhar!!!!!