Tag: poem

Oral (Poem)

Its been years.

When I last saw you

Reliving fears

Memories that don’t haunt you.

“Do this for me.”

I remember that clear.

“Just open your mouth.”

You’re asking was sincere.

I look at it again.

Why was it so swollen?

So Thick

“Just try, take the tip”

I nodded when I went down.

All my fears wearing a dark gown.

One face in particular flashed before my eyes

Sister Carol stating my demise.

‘Don’t judge me’

That’s what I thought.

As I lick my lips,

And I took what he brought.

A mingle of flavors,

Crashed into my mouth.

Irish spring, cologne, and musk,

All went south.

He injected further,

Into the hole.

Barely taking it all,

Had nothing to hold.

“Relax your jaw,

Then swallow it in”

‘Is he crazy?’

Cried the sister again.

Steeling myself.

Stiffining my back.

“I’ll give him this’ I thought.

I can’t take it back.

Faster he rode.

Quickening the pace.

“I’m cuming. Stay still.

Let it go on your face.”

He pulled out.

And corded rope

Escaped my mouth.

It landed on it’s mark.

On my face,

On swollen lips, as they part.

“Did you like.

What we did?

Don’t be afraid to say.”

“It was my first time. Maybe

I will another day.”

Another time did not come.

Janine took over.

I felt so dumb.

Now I have a new lover.

It’s been years since it happened,

I acquired the taste.

Too bad you were in a hurry.

In such a haste.

The fear I remember,

Was a time gone by.

He let me go.

And I did not die.

(Let me know how you like it. Fia xoxox)

No Air (Poem)

 

I cannot breathe.

Being pulled back and forth.

As if my mind has not been,

used and abused,

Since the clock struck 9.

I pushed in the key

Heard the tumble of the lock

I need you here.

This moment.

This very second.

Can I take my coat off?

Can I put my bag down?

I asked for this didn’t I?

When offered the position?

I said Yes.

It was one night.

I didn’t care about air.

I didn’t even know my name.

It was heaven.

Now I’m insane.

Trying to take a deep breath.

Trying to fill my lungs.

“I can do this”

I will not be undone.

Dirty Bastard (POEM) (Slam Poetry)

 

You said that you wanted me.

It’s hard to believe.

With your head between her thighs,

And you holding her knees.

Not once did you glance up,

To see that I’m there.

With your head held in place,

As she’s pulling your hair.

You said that you need me.

Stupid I know.

Even those who can’t see.

Know you like ho’s.

Is it her fault?

Where you place face at.

Didn’t anyone tell you,

That they had her kitty cat.

There’s a new question,

And it makes me sick.

Did she even wash up,

Or you’re drinking his ick.

I hope you paid for it.

Paid her real well.

That was the last you’ll get.

I won’t pay your bail.

But there’s no need,

For my hands to get dirty.

What’s that I hear?

It’s her 11:30.

Hubby.

(I wanted to change it up a bit. What do you think? Let me know Fia xoxo)

Secret Ride (POEM) Rated R

I wanted to be tied,

I wanted to be teased,

He wanted to get me,

To his knees.

Oh so wet,

Oh so hard,

Wanting to  scream,

Till I see stars.

One little whip,

One little sting,

Makes little you.

Jump on a spring.

You say it’s a pulse,

It responds to a beat,

What is it called,

If I’m in heat?

Watch it glisten,

Watch it shine,

Twinkling diamonds,

Rolling behind.

To my back,

Massage the mounds,

Deepening moans,

Intensified sounds.

You wanted to play,

I wanted to see,

With tightening ropes,

On a Malabo breeze.

Is it time?

To take it there.

Wicked smiles,

Devilish glare,

This is our secret.

No, it’s not.

We have to keep it.

Not if you hit that spot.

Time has run out.

I’m wound tight on a string.

It’s time to do,

This devilish thing.

Once we are done.

And all has been tried.

No one knew,

I took that ride.

(Let me know how this made you feel. Likes are always welcome. But you can speak too.)

Ripened Fruit (POEM)

 

Do you see that?

So firm and tempting,

Mouthwatering,

Held by a stem.

Do not touch it.

For it is not ripe.

Not tender,

To hard bite.

Wait.

It will come.

Release itself.

Share its secrets.

Give its delights.

For it is the fruit.

The inspiration.

That denies,

your aspirations,

to be the first taster.

Of her sweet

untouched

liquid ambrosia.

 

Draw (POEM)

 

The tip marks a silver trail

Shiver with intense heat

Grabbing the cold rail

Waiting for a beat

You wanted to remember.

I wanted to let go

Your eyes show the embers.

Losing control

“Please”

“No”

Lingering point

Feather-light pressure

Soft cry

Deep pleasure.

I can’t escape this

You want to have this

Why wait for this

I want to play with this

Snow’s Kiss (Poem)

 

Soft and sweet

Hair breaths’ kiss

Across a warm cheek.

Fluttering about

No destination miss

Not even my mouth.

Winds and swirls

Increasing in vigor

Creating drops of pearls

Burns and stings

Invisible sight

Pile after pile

Relentless white

Engulfing with light

“Do you want me to stop?”

Asked after an audible pop

Nipple escaped from frozen lips

Tremor after tremor

Answers with a plea

Freezing me to the core

Creating a heat no one sees

“Need”

Permission granted.

Continuing the deed.

(This poem has inspired a short story that I will publish as soon as it’s done. Tell me if you like it. How it made you feel)

The Moon is the Light (Poem)

Shhh

The light is off

The curtain slightly parted.

Glowing silhouette

Shhh

Goosed flesh

Controlled breath

Sensory memory awakens.

Please

Movement minuscule

Intensified by scent

Invisible push to lay

Please

Granted access

Moon mirrored reflection apex

Timid inevitability

Remember

Hidden intruder

Slow forward intent

Breached

Memory

I Came Home Early

A Twinge

A flash of a thought

A light touch

Should I turn the key?

Push the door

Walk in

Quiet

Till it’s not

Compulsion drives

Wet sounds

A creaking from an old bed

There they are.

Oblivious

Entranced

Driven

Speed increases

Anger and numbness created by the crescendo

One flash of color enters the scene.

RED!

(Why do we doubt our intuition? It’s given to us for a reason.)