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Sex with Aliens
I came round on the spacecraft
and began to shudder with pleasure
as my ears drank in the eerie alien music.
I became aware of tiny mouths
their silky tongues working a path
slowly downwards
starting with the soft skin at the side of my neck.
I was completely naked,
neatly spread out
like a table set for dinner.
My body had been covered
in a fine, sweet smelling oil,
its scent reminded me of crushed Jasmine.
Invisibly, both my arms and legs
were somehow restrained
held firmly
by a powerful unknown force.
My captors had covered my eyes
with a blindfold
and I was drowning in the electric thrill
of those tongues
enhancing my senses
until every nerve ending was ablaze.
I couldn't say how many there were for sure
but I felt like a pampered Japanese baby
floating on air and showered with feathers.
As the licking became hungrier
and more insistent
I had no illusions about alien intent
and my spine arched uncontrollably
to meet whoever or whatever
was dominating my body so expertly
You know when that tingling feeling starts
you sort of freeze
before the waves come roaring in
I was stuck
right there
in limbo-bimbo land
and it felt like I never wanted to leave.
I never wanted to quit making
the low moaning sound
I began to hear
forcing itself out of my mouth
as my lips parted and the muscles
in my cheeks tensed and untensed
The tongues wouldn't stop
and neither could I
I got louder and they came lower
driving down
soft and slow
I was
wet wet wet
When I woke up alone
in the cornfield
I was fully clothed
Later I called up the local Chief of Police
although I knew he'd never believe me
Aliens, he scoffed
'We're they friendly?'
I looked up to the stars
and smiled
'Oh, yes,' I said
'Yes, yes, yes.'
and began to shudder with pleasure
as my ears drank in the eerie alien music.
I became aware of tiny mouths
their silky tongues working a path
slowly downwards
starting with the soft skin at the side of my neck.
I was completely naked,
neatly spread out
like a table set for dinner.
My body had been covered
in a fine, sweet smelling oil,
its scent reminded me of crushed Jasmine.
Invisibly, both my arms and legs
were somehow restrained
held firmly
by a powerful unknown force.
My captors had covered my eyes
with a blindfold
and I was drowning in the electric thrill
of those tongues
enhancing my senses
until every nerve ending was ablaze.
I couldn't say how many there were for sure
but I felt like a pampered Japanese baby
floating on air and showered with feathers.
As the licking became hungrier
and more insistent
I had no illusions about alien intent
and my spine arched uncontrollably
to meet whoever or whatever
was dominating my body so expertly
You know when that tingling feeling starts
you sort of freeze
before the waves come roaring in
I was stuck
right there
in limbo-bimbo land
and it felt like I never wanted to leave.
I never wanted to quit making
the low moaning sound
I began to hear
forcing itself out of my mouth
as my lips parted and the muscles
in my cheeks tensed and untensed
The tongues wouldn't stop
and neither could I
I got louder and they came lower
driving down
soft and slow
I was
wet wet wet
When I woke up alone
in the cornfield
I was fully clothed
Later I called up the local Chief of Police
although I knew he'd never believe me
Aliens, he scoffed
'We're they friendly?'
I looked up to the stars
and smiled
'Oh, yes,' I said
'Yes, yes, yes.'
Published 11th Mar 2010
| Edited 16th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
12th Mar 2010 2:53am
enough to see me through the night! The line about the narrator uncontrollably arching his spine to see his pleasure givers was especially, erm... inspiring. Also I adored this line: "neatly spread out/like a table set for dinner", and the "Japanese baby" metaphor, those were both insightful smashers.
12th Mar 2010 3:48am
Sometimes it's hard to shake off Japan as for some reason it creeps into poems when I'm not looking. I'm not sure that's bad or good. Thanks for the feedback, Jack.
25th Jan 2012 9:09pm
Damn, if being abducted includes that, sign me up!!! This is great and wow that was intense, 4real.:) keep it up!
