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Playmates
You just happened to be in town.
All the built up tension
from teenage hormones
you'd think would fade
still raged.
Mingled with the pain
they gave
when we walked away.
We needed a friend.
Needed
release.
Speaking of things
that wore our hearts raw,
anger dripped from our mouths
and we found solace in each other.
The idea was thrown out
and quickly accepted.
Because fuck them!
We fell with ease
into our old rhythm.
Into kisses
thick with intention.
Pulling off clothes
like they were on fire,
our skin burned with purpose.
Suddenly all that mattered
Was lips
and hands
and you
and me.
Indulging our juvenile fantasies
in ways we couldn't have kept up with
if we'd played this far before.
Wrapping my hand around your hard length,
I could tell you'd grown
in more than confidence
(though neither were ever lacking)
since those days of fingering me
in backseats.
The lust in your eyes so intense,
intent on me.
You certainly know how to get a girl wet.
You took me in your mouth
with such hunger
I thought you'd devour me
before we reached rapture.
Finally awarded the chance
to stake your claim,
you push through the barriers.
Filling me to the brim
and begging to spill over.
The feel of you beneath me
so hot
as I slide, slick and slow,
every inch of you inside.
Wanting to soak up
Every sensation.
Your thrusts come
greedy and impatient.
I don't mind a bit.
I love a man in control!
Love to
NEED to
lose control.
You do look so good
framed between my legs.
The world disappears
while we tangle
touch
lick
fuck.
Let go of everything but the moment.
You carve your place in me
with the mastery of a craftsman.
So deep,
no one but you will ever touch.
You come as I cry out
a benediction to ruination.
All the passion
unredeemed from the past
culminating at once
here and now
in a resounding YES!!!
Relief.
What stays with me
is the feel of your body against mine.
Somehow more profound and comfortable
than I'd expected.
Your soul was as open as my core.
What I thought was an expulsion of emotion
became a rebirth of former ties.
A blaze we will feed from time to time,
and hold fondly while we go about our lives.
Making no demands but honesty.
No words or labels necessary.
I have found my playmate.
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